#i gotta get back into drawing more so i can get gud so i can draw Gaylord

[xeneric-shrooms]

obsessed with your gay punk cockroach fursona. i have to know more about him

BLOCKKSSSS!! We are rotating Gaylord between our brainwaves like a spit roast <33

— He can and will eat garbage; Scraps and leftovers of food, rotting vegetables and meat– he stays away from fruit unless he wants to get drunk. ("what, so when ants or beetles do it it's 'okay' and 'cute', but when I do it it's 'disgusting' and 'gross'?")

— Gaylord longs for a life-long relationship but a lot of the guys he meets aren't looking for that so the best thing he can do is sleep with people. ("I try not to let myself get attached to others. Apparently 'emotional connection' is too much for people.")

— Solence Bumble was his longest romantic partner, who broke up with Gaylord after four years. ("Fucking Sol.. All those late night conversations about engagement and growing old together. WE MOVED IN WITH EACH OTHER! You engraved that damn heart on my pronotum too but you were 'scared of commitment' and 'its not you it's me'. BULLSHIT. You left me for that stupid Hercules beetle..")

— He can fly. ("... Don't ask me to I can't control where I go...")

— Gaylord fucking LOVES succulents. He would love to have a big aloe vera plant if he didn't live in an apartment. ("I like red lions a lot. I always put them in my succulent arrangements. Adds a nice splash of color! Also there's a sedum succulent referred to as fuzzy wuzzys.")

— He can bake bread. It's cathartic for him. ("My least favorite bread to bake is sour dough. I just can't get it to taste right everytime no matter how long or short i let the dough ferment.")

— Works as a bartender at a gaybar. ("It's... Not as fun as people think. Though I do get the authority to not serve complete jackasses and to call security on them, so that's nice.)

— He secretly really likes pop music. ("Don't tell people that, I have a reputation to uphold!... 'Call Me Maybe' by Carly Ray Jepsen is really good...")

— His name provides really good nickname opportunities like 'Gay Cock' and 'Gay Roach' and 'Cock Lord'. People just opt to calling him 'Lord' though. ("That's because they don't know how to have fun. I'd love if people called me Cock Lord!")

— He does not have an air fryer. ("I do not have an air fryer.") ((He really doesn't.))

[from-chaos-make-art]

2023 NY Resolutions (& 2022 Reflections)

This past year (2022), my one real resolution was to make certain changes to my diet to gain particular results. I just got my test results back from my physical and I can happily report that I did it!! 

Now for 2023, I’d like to continue to focus on my physical health. I work a desk job where I’m sitting the vast majority of the time, and at home, I tend to work et al. in bed, so my back and neck have definitely suffered. This year is the year of moving my body consistently. I don’t want to say I’ll work out x amount of times a week or that I’m going to do specific exercises -- I’m going to see what I can do and go from there. My success will be in if at the end of 2023, I am consistently moving my body every week, and those are all the limits I’ll put on myself. (we gotta start somewhere, otherwise we’ll never get anywhere). 

Diet-wise, I’d also like to limit my sodium intake a bit more. I have a tendency to eat pre-packaged, on-the-go meals, which are already sodium-packed, but if I’m being brutally honest with myself, cooking is not going to be a realistic goal for me next year. So I’d just like to be a bit more careful with my food selection process. 

I’d also like to eat more vegetables & fruit and limit my red meat intake even more (this was the primary goal for last year). Chickin gud. 

These are the three real goals for 2023. 

Now for the cherries:

Creative

This year, I said I wanted to improve on three things: digital work, figures/anatomy, and backgrounds. I took two classes -- Digital Painting & Background/Landscapes and Character Design, so those took care of the first and third things. My anatomy has suffered this year, just because I haven’t practiced it at all because I was struggling trying to figure out how to draw lines on a tablet ^^;;. I also wanted to improve my self-discipline to not just rely on classes to draw...and I think this is something that I really do need to work on. My last class ended in August...and I haven’t drawn since then. Tbh, I have needed a bit of a break, so I’m not going to beat myself up too much over that, but I know that I’m not at the level where I can take time off from practice and my skill not suffer because of it. So this is something that I do want to work on for next year as well, especially because I’ll start to take actual animation classes in the spring, which will very much challenge me. Tall order from 2022 was to draw a comic...yeah, no. No tall orders for 2023. For 2023, we draw and just get better, that’s it. (I think I’m finally getting the hang of this ‘realistic’ goals thing)

Ok, so my ridiculous ass thought I could read 15 books total, and read 3 books of poetry in three different languages...yeah, wtf 2022-me. (I know this is baseline reading for a lot of people, but I do tend to struggle to read long form material now). Now, I did actually deny myself graphic novels this year because I was trying to focus on books...so there’s that...the punishment worked, i guess >.> and I actually did start reading more poetry! but I ended up reading a whole 5 books and 2 plays in 2022...so in 2023, I will actually attempt to go back to reading 12 books, and once I finish 1 book for the month, I will read graphic novels the rest. :D (i give myself a leetle treat).

I did not end up doing needle work at all this year...I took a much-needed break, and I think I’m ready to start again...I’ll take 12 designs for 2023.

No non-travel photographs this year either...but I’m starting to get that itch again...I don’t know yet if I’m ready to commit to this...I’m realizing that this year, I needed to take a bit of a step back from the things I used to do and see if I still even wanted to do them...and if so, then do them with intention...I won’t force myself to take photographs if I don’t want to...just like with writing. If it happens, great. If not, it’s ok. 

I wanted to wear everything in my wardrobe at least once...I did not accomplish that, but I did end up wearing a lot more of my outfits! Some progress is still progress! And so, I would actually like to continue this as a goal for 2023. It was really fun and I very much enjoyed the process of going out if I told myself I was going to dress up for it. It was the first year I started to dress with intention and I’d like to continue doing so.  

New goal: more nail art! I’ve been really enjoying painting my nails over the last few years, but I’d like to get back into doing some real nail art -- I bought tools and everything! I’m just real lazy and I’d rather whip on a pretty top coat or have all the sfx nail polish do all the work for me -- but I have designs and dotting tools and butterfly stickers I need to use!! The rhinestones aren’t going to glue themselves! 2023 is going to be the year of the Claire’s goth. 

Leftovers from 2022: I watched 220 movies, 15 foreign films this year. (And I wonder where all my reading time went). I participated in the film festival and had a blast. I’m definitely going to do it again in 2023, it was really fun.

I wrote 14 songs and 1 poem this year....not the best output, but it is what it is. I’m actually pretty surprised about that 1 poem -- I don’t think I’ve written one for 7 years, so, cool!

Personal

I said I wanted to work on being more sympathetic, kinder, and less judgmental; to have my internal thought processes match my external behaviour; and to not be tempted into my inherent negativity. This is an ongoing resolution obviously, and will probably be the #1 personal thing to work on for the rest of my life, but I do think that I have gotten better this year. What helped immensely, if I’m being honest with myself, is the person that I was struggling to define boundaries with moved away and that allowed me to get more space (physical and mental) from them. I was able to process my emotions easier and to decide on the kind of relationship I wanted to have with them moving forward, which really helped me to stop being so judgmental towards them, and in general. This year, I have worked on trying to listen first, and hold space, rather than jumping to solutions/advice...I’ve also tried to give myself emotional boundaries so as not to get overly involved or influenced by someone else’s emotions/issues. Basking in negativity has been a tiny bit less on the personal side this year, but has been a whole lot more work-wise, and so I’d like to do a little bit less of that next year (but I have thoughts about that!!! anyway, we’ll leave the socio-political discourse for another post).  These are things I need to continue working on, as well as thinking before I speak, and taking things a lot less personally. I have a big tendency to be gutted by the things people say (who doesn’t), usually off-hand, in passing, for years and years afterwards, and stew in my little gremlin resentment hut and howl at the self-pity moon, and I’d like to be a little bit less influenced by other people’s bullshit and gtfo it. 

Gratitude, gratitude, gratitude! Again, something to cultivate the rest of my life. But this year, there have been so many things that I am truly grateful for -- the places I’ve been able to go to, the raise I’ve received, my living situation, my loved ones, the opportunities I’ve received, the experiences I’ve had, and my improved mental health. Life is so so good, right now...and I honestly can not believe that I am this lucky to be right here, right now, alive and well, after everything. When I forget and I feel down on myself (which I often do), I read my journal entries from even just one year ago, and I realize that I have truly grown as a person, even if it doesn’t seem that way to me, or even to other people. I can see it in the way I think, the way I write. As anxious or frustrated or insert-negative-emotion-here I am now, it is nothing compared to how I was. When I think of myself five years ago, or even three years ago, it’s day and night. I legitimately don’t know how I even made it through, quite frankly. And for that, I need to be proud of myself and give myself a break, because I deserve it. I really do. (hey, look, i can do affirmations!)

Lastly...I’ve been flirting with the idea of getting back into certain social scenes. I think I’ve been craving certain kinds of experiences that are intimate, but not inherently sexual. I’d like to explore more identity-based and exploratory-based communities...it’s been 10 years...I think I might finally be ready...maybe? also, there’s still covid, so...we’ll see...

[magpiemorality]

Bring It On, Bonus Scene 1

Sent by the original prompter @littlestr who basically wrote the entire scene for me. I’ve added in some extra for you!

Done in 3 chunks. Read HERE on AO3.

Warnings: injury, blood, cursing.

Main Story Bonus 1 Bonus 2 Bonus 3

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The Date

1.

Okay so my idea is this

Patton is going on a date with his boys, at the amusement park/fair. And Remus and he goes to the haunted house.

Remus is like "Awww yisssss Patton is gonna get scared and jump into my arms and I'll be all strong and brave and make him swoon and it's gonna be perfect!"

But what Remus didn't anticipate, is that Patton's Fight or Flight response is mostly, well fight

So even before they're even in the scary part, maybe they've just entered (like where you get tickets, go through the real entrance, etc) or the second they've stepped through. Patton sees/hears something, maybe not even an actor or scare stuff, just something, or literally someone working there being like "this is the entrance"

Either way, Patton gets indeed scared, and his first response is to just scream and smack/move quickly, and Remus was sadly closest. Patton just, without meaning to, hits Remus.

Patton is ofc horrified and so apologetic and fussing over Remus but REmus is just like "....That was hot"

“It’s going to be so much fun!” Remus promises them, tugging Patton along by the hands, who tugs Dex along by his hands in a little train. 

“You just want to get handsy with Patton in the dark, you’re not as subtle as you think you are,” Dex mutters, making Remus pout at him. Patton however, just giggles at the prospect, pulling both his boyfriends closer together to link arms with them and make them all walk side by side into the queue for the haunted house. 

The queue is a little long, but they don’t mind. Remus and Dexter bicker and Patton texts Remy for a while, until it’s finally time to go in and Dex leaves them to it, planning on picking up snacks and basking in the sunshine for a bit instead. They’re given the safety briefing and while Remus gets overexcited Patton has already started chewing on his lip, jumping when Remus catches him by the waist to give him a hug and promising he’s fine with a wan smile.

Inside Patton goes into full-on koala mode, like Remus had secretly hoped, which is super great until he confesses in a small voice that his heart is racing and he’s actually very scared. Remus feels bad but he’s also a little bit sceptical because it’s just a haunted house. How bad can it be? The hall of mirrors makes Patton even more jumpy, clinging to Remus when the couple in front of them wanders ahead and vanishes, and they start hearing noises. There’s definitely some kind of jump scare waiting in the next section, and Patton starts to panic.

“What if we get hurt?! What if they misjudge it and get too close? They’re not allowed to touch us- they’re not-”

“Babe I’ll protect you, you’ll be totally fine,” Remus tries to reassure him, sliding his hand down to squeeze Patton’s firmly. Patton just balls his free hand into a fist and walks stiffly by his side.

“What if it’s real? What if- Holy shit!” It’s unusual to hear Patton swearing, but that’s not what strikes Remus first. What actually does strike him first is Patton, or rather Patton’s fist; because somehow the scare comes from behind them and when the actor shouts to surprise them Patton spins neatly on his feet and plants a solid hit on the nearest thing. 

Which unfortunately is Remus. 

Remus staggers slightly, blinking in a daze and touching his nose. Patton gasps, hands flying to cover his mouth, open in shock. They stand there frozen for a moment before the actor asks if they’re alright and quickly ushers them to the emergency exit upon seeing Remus’s bleeding face. As soon as they get outside Patton starts sobbing incoherently in between stammering apologies, but Remus is just quiet, unnaturally quiet, gently probing his nose with a faraway look in his eyes as he watches his boyfriend.

“Oh my gosh you must be so mad at me! We need to go to the hospital!” Patton exclaims.

“... That was hot.” 

Patton’s mouth moves silently, brain malfunctioning slightly. Remus grins at him, lighting up his face and looking slightly crazed with the bloody nose. 

His expression turns serious right after though, voice distorted nasally by the injury. “But we gotta work on your right hook babe, that’s gonna put your knuckles out if you do it again.”

2.

They decide to leave the haunted house after that, and meet up with Dexter, who has two cotton candies in his hand (either one for Remus and one for patton or both for patton, maybe one ifs for remus but patton gets it anyway cause he finishes his own very quickly and then just looks at remus' cotton candy wantingly and who can resist that)

Dexter sees Remus face and is like "OH MY GOD DID YOU GET INTO A FIGHT? DID SOMEONE TRY TO HURT PATTON?" But gets told, by a still swooning and grinning remus, that it was Patton at the haunted house.

".... I could have told you taking Patton to a haunted house was a bad idea..."

“What the-” Dexter’s mouth drops open, forgetting about the cotton candies he’d bought for them both when he sees the macabre sight of Remus, still with blood all over his face and Patton with tear tracks on his. “What happened?! Who hurt you?! What- was there a fight?! Is Patton o- are you okay?” He hands the sticks over to Remus who huffs and rolls his eyes, only mildly offended. Patton puts up with the fussing with a tired smile as he blushes in embarrassment. 

Remus interjects, hearts in his eyes as he gazes at their boyfriend. “Patton happened. It was awesome, Dex, you should’ve seen him! One scare and bam, he hit me right in the face! Just like that!” He sighs dreamily and Dexter looks him over, pulling a tissue out to wipe the blood away, holding Remus’s chin still when he tries to protest and keep the ‘warpaint’, as he dubs it. 

“Well of course he did. Have you met Patton?”

They go and sit in a grassy section to calm down, sprawling out in the sunshine and enjoying their cotton candy while Remus retells the story over and over again, embellishing more and more each time until Patton is a glorious warrior god fighting to defend poor hapless mortal Remus from evil and Remus is a tragic victim to love and war. Patton has yet to stop blushing, and he groans in embarrassment as Remus refuses to stop complimenting him.  

He feels a bit better when Remus lets him have his cotton candy because he ate his way too fast and besides, as Remus points out, he’s talking too much to focus on enjoying it anyway. 

(It’s a ruse, Remus decided graciously give it to Patton from the moment he saw his boyfriend longingly eyeing it up, shortly after finishing his own...)

3.

Bonus thing

They go to the tunnel of love, but there's only two seats, so Remus just lifts Patton up and places him in his lap. Maybe Dexter and Remus argue about who should get to have Patton in their lap, but in a friendly way

"Why do you get to have Patton in your lap?"

"I was quickest, you snooze you loose, also I'm strongest"

Okay I also imagine that Remus just likes carrying Patton around.

"YOU'RE TOO PRECIOUS AND IMPORTANT TO WALK! THE GROUND DOESN'T DESERVE YOUR FEET!"

Also Dexter starts to work out JUST so he can also carry patton around.

After their break they enjoy the rollercoasters for a while, glad to do something together to forget about the ill-fated start to their day. Their day-te, Patton says with a grin and a wink, and that’s how they know he’s back on form again. 

The last stop of the afternoon is the Tunnel of Love, and the ride attendant looks awkward and uncomfortable as they bicker at the front of the queue about who has to sit where. 

“Uh I’m not technically supposed to allow all three-”

“Hey watch it bozo, I’m negotiating with my boyfriend and his boyfriend over here...”

“Okay fine, can you just... get in the boat? You’re holding up the ride!” 

They tumble in at last and Remus is first, which means that as soon as Patton climbs in after him he takes the golden opportunity to pluck his boyfriend off the seat into his lap. Dexter scowls at them and Patton leans over to give him a conciliatory peck on the lips as the boat starts moving, shrugging helplessly with Remus holding him captive. 

“This is so unfair. Why do you get to have Patton on your lap?!” 

Remus grins at him shamelessly. They never did quite lose that edge of competitiveness between them. Patton not-so-secretly loves it. Remus and Dexter secretly feel the same way. “Because I’m faster and stronger than you, slowpoke. Git gud.” He sticks his tongue out and squeezes Patton tighter when the boat rocks as Dexter tries to kick him, laughing as their boyfriend squeals in his arms, breaking into loud laughter. 

Patton actually ends up sat across the two of them, thoroughly against all the safety advice, with his body cradled by Remus’s arms and his legs thrown up into Dexter’s lap where his boyfriend can draw soothing patterns on his stockings. He’s almost asleep, yawning and snuggling down as they both gaze adoringly at him, and when the ride ends he pouts and lifts his arms until Remus lifts him off. 

Dexter watches with barely concealed jealousy as Remus refuses to put Patton down again, carrying him easily on his back all the way to the bus shelter. It’s totally not the reason he ends up demanding Remus help train him in the gym the very next day, citing a desire to grow stronger. 

Well, not the only reason. 

[dmcdrabbles]

Surprise, bishhhh! >:3c Could I trouble you for a smol helping of worshipping Nero juice? Perhaps with that gud gud praise kink, with him tied down and completely at your mercy? I wanna treat the boy right but also tease him silly. Blessings from your vermin friend

I WROTE THIS WHOLE THING AND REALIZED I DIDN’T TECHNICALLY TIE HIM DOWN SMH SMH I hope you’ll forgive me vermin friend. See u in the pit.

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You wake up to Nero’s soft murmuring, and even just the sound of his voice is almost enough to make your chest burst with affection for him. Sure it’s an ungodly hour, but it barely matters; he’s back, and here in your arms where he should be.

He curled around you the minute he got home last night and hasn’t let go since. It’s the first time in weeks you’ve had the steady beat of his heart to lull you to sleep. You’ve missed it almost as much as you’ve missed waking up to him like this.

You prop your chin up on his chest and watch him for a moment. You could memorize every inch of his face and it wouldn’t even come close to being enough. You run a hand up his chest, his neck, rest it on his cheek. His stubble prickles your palm as you bring his face to yours, lips meeting his with a feather-soft touch.

He breathes deep, presses his lips against yours lazily.

“ ‘Morning,” He slurs softly, not even bothering to open his eyes.

“Good morning.” You kiss him again and his chest rumbles with a contented hum. His arms languidly tightens around your waist. Your thigh finds the space between his, and you roll on top of him. He’s already hard; whether it’s just morning wood or anything you did doesn’t matter, you press your leg against it and grind yourself against him in a lazy wave. His thigh lifts, just enough extra pressure for your breath to catch in your throat. His hands settle on your ass.

“Missed you too,” He laughs softly, heavy-lidded gaze meeting yours.

You sit up, propping yourself on his chest. He’s occupying himself with watching the movement of your hips, thumbs rubbing soft circles into the base of your spine. You catch his hands, lift them up in front of you to get his attention before you press them down over his head.

“I wanna do something a little different.”

“Different?” His leg twitches up to grind against you and you lift yourself up on your knees, just out of reach.

“Ah ah, listen first.”

“You sure you don’t want to talk later?” He wets his lips, hands twitching under your grip.

“I want you to keep your hands up here,” You let go of his wrists and scoot forward to settle yourself on his hips. His cock presses against your ass. “And just let me handle everything.”

For a moment, Nero looks conflicted- just rolling belly-up and letting you handle everything has never been his style. But he’s still drowsy enough that hedonism wins out, you can see it in the way his blush travels down his neck. He clutches the headboard.

“This okay?” He asks, almost shyly.

“That’s perfect.” You coo, and he gives the slightest twitch. Interesting.

All Nero wears to sleep is a pair of boxers; with him spread out beneath you like a feast you’re finally getting a chance to really appreciate him. You take a few precious moments to run your gaze over every inch of him. His skin almost glows in the haze of the early morning sun. His chest puffs up a little under your watchful eye.

“You can look and touch, y'know,” That cute little blush travels down his chest. You giggle and press a languid kiss against his throat.

“Just taking in the view.” You trail your kisses to the side of his neck, suck a bruise onto his pale skin. It’s the only point of contact between you two, and you alternate the touch; one minute it’s the press of your lips and then next it’s the scrape of your teeth. You work your way down his body, peppering the expanse of his chest with little red hickies trailing down, down, down until you’ve reached the hem of his boxers. They’re fully tented and when you look up at him he’s all but gnawing on his lip- it does little to stifle his gasp as you hook your fingers under the waistband.

And then you stop and sit up, tilting your head down at him.

“What the hell?” He hisses between his teeth, forearms flexing as he grips the headboard tighter. You run your fingertips over his chest and his back arches up into the touch.

“Hm,” You tap your chin with your free hand, “The bruises are all already healed. Guess I should make some more.”

Nero growls. “I thought you said you’d handle it-”

“Don’t worry, Nero.” You spread his thighs and settle yourself between them. “I’ve got you.”

You palm his cock and press a kiss just to the side of his knee- you’re not sure which gets the bigger reaction, his legs reflexively clamping up around you as his head rolls back against the pillow. He gets it now, surely, but still he almost squirms out of your grip as your teeth scrape against his inner thigh. You can feel his pulse racing under your lips. As promised, you make a mark. Then another. A bloom of bruises trailing up to the apex of his thighs, and they’re already fading even before you make your way to the other leg. He’s grinding up against your palm, trying to find some sort of relief in the friction. The wood creaks under his hands.

“You’re doing so well,” You murmur against his thigh, and his cock twitches in your grip. “Oh? Do you like hearing that?”

Nero buries his face into his arm, legs tensing around your head. He’s blushing so prettily, it’s a shame your marks are already gone. You lean in and press your lips against his shaft.

“Fuck!” He whines, drawing in deep gulps of air as you slide his boxers down his legs. His cock bobs against his stomach, precum dribbling down onto his abs. He doesn’t peek at you until you’re settled over his hips, running soothing hands over his heaving chest.

“Look at me, Nero.” You murmur. You’re only wearing a shirt, large enough that you have to lift it up so he can watch as you press your wet folds against his shaft. He obeys slowly, resting his head back against the pillow. “Good boy.”

This time you can see the way he catches his lip between his teeth. God, he’s gorgeous like this. Every muscle in his chest tightens as you grip his shaft, holding it steady as you press it against your entrance.

You slide down. Just the head in and your hips are already rolling, savoring the familiar stretch as you work your way down his cock inch by inch. Nero’s hips are twitching up to yours, gentle little thrusts that bring you closer and closer to bottoming out- it’s against the rules, technically, he shouldn’t be doing anything at all. Still, it’s hard to chastize him when he’s got that hazy look in his eye and his mouth is dropping open with soft pants.

“Nero,” You moan, grinding down and squeezing his length, “You feel amazing….”

The headboard cracks, and Nero bucks up so hard you bounce on his lap. He bends his legs for leverage and then he does it again, and again, and he’s muttering soft little pleas for more even as his thrusts make your toes curl. Oh dammit.

“T-that’s not…” You manage to slide yourself off of him and sit on his stomach, pinching his thigh to get his attention. “Hey!”

“Oh come on,” He groans, smacking his head back against the pillow in frustration.

“I told you to behave,” You slide further up his chest and curl your fingers in his hair, tilting his head up to look at you. “Either I can ride you or I can just-” You run your hand down your stomach and over your cunt, fingers dipping into your folds so he really catches your meaning, “Handle myself right here.”

Nero sucks his lip between his teeth. His eyes are focused between your legs for a moment, then they finally flick up to yours. “I’ll be good.”

You give Nero a soft kiss before sliding back down on his cock. His chest tenses for a moment, then relaxes again. Obedient. You roll your hips against his, slow grinds of your hips together in a smooth rhythm. It makes Nero twitch under you, the blush all over his face deepening with every soft moan he tries to hold back. It’s more for him somehow, having nothing do to but lay back and just take what you give.

"Louder," You sigh, running a hand up his stomach and onto his chest. His back arches up into your touch and he huffs out a shaky breath as you slide up his shaft. "Let me hear you, Nero."

You drop your hips down, taking him back down to the hilt; a moan bursts out of him, then another. Bouncing on his lap seems to do the trick- it's like he can't keep quiet at all now. Even turning his face into his arm to muffle himself doesn't work, every trembling curse under his breath still crystal clear.

Nero sucks in a sharp breath, "Y/N..." You recognize that soft growl to his voice, the way his eyes lock onto yours even as he tries to turn his face away. "Let me..."

Still trying to talk you into it even as he's racing toward the edge. You plant a hand against his chest for leverage as you grind down again. Your fingers find your clit, and you squeeze around him with a gasp. Nero's eyes roll up. "Do it. Come on."

"Fuck..." He growls, "Y/N...!"

Nero comes with a shout, hips finally bucking up to yours again in stuttering little bursts. You murmur encouragement, voice pitching up into a whine as you reach your own peak. Nero's arms wrap around you and drag you down against his chest, holding your trembling bodies together as you try to catch your breaths.

"Nero," You laugh, jabbing him in the chest with a poke. "I didn't say you could move you arms yet."

"Didn't you?" He presses his lips against the top of your head. "Guess you just gotta tie me up next time."

[cheeseytofu]

Ouch, I really can't pick just one, y u do dis to meeee (but I'd like to hear 'bout Cat, Vanni and Shylia) ((Also hiiiii I was kinda absent for a long time lol how are you doing))

I'm doing absolutely lovely, I hope the same for you too friendo💕!! prepare yourself for a LONG POST!

Cat:

1) She's not one to get flustered often, or at all really. She'll happily accept a compliment!

2) She moved schools a lot growing up! Always getting expelled and needing to relocate 😔

3) She's pretty horrible at makeup, it's never been fun for her but she totally respects the craft

4) She had a crush of Prince waaaay before he was interested in her in that way

5) She's kind of an ambivert. Cat doesn't have trouble talking with people but the bigger the crowd she has to interact with, the more tired she gets of socializing

6) Cat is an only child and longs to have younger siblings

7) She was born in Ireland, but has never gone back to visit distant family there

8) She can do a really good irish accent since she grew up around her totally irish parents! She's good at imitating accents in general (cant really draw this so it must forever stay in my head alone)

9) Cat got her own place as soon as she turned 18, and works her ass off to keep a roof over her head. She never had time for college!

10) Cats hair is naturally curly but she hates her curls! She straightens her hair on the daily!!

Vanni:

1) I made Vanni years ago but as he grew as a character, I took inspiration from James (End of the F***ing World) and Ayano (Yandere Simulator)!

2) He has tons of "friends" from the deep web, basically just people he trusts to do good business with him. He chats with them often!

3) His parents are kinda freaked out by him but they love their son and he respects them so it all works out??

4) Vanni works best in silence or very quiet classical tunes!

5) He's pretty tech savy, ya gotta git gud if u wanna keep the baddies from finding ur Ip Adress amiright

6) Vanni goes out to gay bars pretty often, he likes to "meet" guys ;]

7) growing up he spent lots of time in therapy.. it did him no good

8) he also wasn't allowed to have pets in the house cause they all ended up getting hurt pretty easily. hmm, wonder why.. 🤔

9) His english is far better than his parents, so he often waits tables, answers calls, and does all the social parts of his job at his parents restaurant, while they do most of the cooking

10) ^^^ Vanni still has a very noticeable italian accent though, and he definitely uses this to woo guys who have a thing for accents

Shylia:

1) She has a lisp that she used to get teased about when she was younger, but now she'll beat anyone who tries to make fun of it (though most people don't, knowing that)

2) Shylia has a step father and step sister that she doesn't care for in the slightest. Her birth mother and step father are aware of this and spoil her so she won't ruin their relationship

3) Shylia is very gay and very experienced with relationships, she doesn't settle for one night stands

4) She has a car and drives everywhere, but also knows how to longboard!

5) Her preferred instrument is drums, but she knows how to play guitar, bass, and keyboard (she's just not too great at it)

6) Her singing voice is like this!

7) Shylia also stayed back a year (in the 8th grade), when her mom and step father got married they honestly didn't pay attention to her in the slightest so she just never went to school or did any work

8) She bought Jane her infamous shiney red electric guitar!

9) Shylia totally had a crush on Jane when they first became friends, Jane never found out tho cause Shylia very chill around people, even her crushes. Shylia never told her cause she knew Jane wouldn't be interested, and at the time she could tell Jane didn't know she was bi

10) Shylia likes to think she has a perfect gaydar (she lowkey does tho)

[chxrimoya]

im just posting this here so i have it later bc entertaining convo

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

You both like anime.

You: hey whats up

Stranger: Not much, just chilling with my oniichan in my uchi you know?

You: damn wish i had an oniichan

You: im just hitoribocchi rn

Stranger: Yeah it's pretty easy to get when you are a kamisama like me you know?

Stranger: I am just a full on ikemen

Stranger: Got a harem

You: damn kamisama

You: gotta have a favorite tho right

Stranger: Of course

Stranger: Always the osananajimi

Stranger: Gotta respect the firsts

You: osananajimi always the best

You: maybe jus a little bit on tsun tsun, yknow

Stranger: Bro you understand me from my toes to my atama rn

Stranger: I like the kawaii girls that got the tsun tsun

You: damn bro im glad we could tsunagaru like this

Stranger: Bokumo I think this is a tokubestu connection

You: an honor for me to be nakama with kamisama

Stranger: I am laughing so hard rn I cant believe this is still going. Like majide??

You: sou, maji da yo

Stranger: Sounds like you study your nihongo all Majime and stuff

You: am i just gonna descend into full japanese

You: likewise my bro

Stranger: I think so my nakama

Stranger: Gotta go zenbu nihongo

You: it started as shuumi but now i have degree so

You: saikou no weeb da yo

Stranger: Oh I see bokumo started when I was a koukousei

You: i was only hontou majime when i was daigakusei

Stranger: Then I did it in Uni with a major in film minor in nihongo

Stranger: Okok

Stranger: 分かったwww

You: respect for my nakama to follow their dreams in kokosei

You: 草

You: i'm afraid i'm ちょっと下手 now from lack of use w

Stranger: これは最初に冗談だけど、ほんとに分かったwww

Stranger: Daijyoubu. I am the same

You: 感じ嫁できないｗ

You: i am a Fool in Man's Shoes

Stranger: Got my degree 3 years ago and habent studied since

You: what a fuckin mood

You: my usage is all in media consumption and music, honestly

Stranger: Okay kanjiless こらはさいしょにじょうだんだけど、ほんとにわかった

You: but i barely speak it lmao

Stranger: I see same

Stranger: I have no one to speak to

Stranger: Do you play games?

You: あぁそう、私も

Stranger: We could speak to each other! I was supposed to be sleeping so this must be fate

You: は～い

Stranger: Stay night

Stranger: If you know whatimean

You: I AM ZA BONE OBU MY SOARD

Stranger: What kind of games do you play? Any league or pubg?

You: i took a fat nap earlier so now i cant sleep

You: unmei da yo

Stranger: Hahah

Stranger: Where you from?

You: i quit league a while ago, but i was considering playing again tbh

Stranger: Omg

You: california!

Stranger: We can play together

Stranger: And talk

You: gonna have to catch me up on new meta tho

Stranger: Hey I am driving to LA in 2 hours lol

You: too many new items and changes MonkaS

Stranger: All good I'll nurture you my imouto

Stranger: XP

You: bruh good luck with the traffic lmao

You: only if i get sufficient headpats u_u

Stranger: I wanna die

Stranger: Of course you will! Uwu

Stranger: I always give cute bois headsets uwu

You: bro gimmie ya discord

Stranger: What's your discord?

You: ... bro

You: HAHA

You: eurae#9474

Stranger: We are on the same wavelength

You: icon should be of a nekomimi girl bc... im weak

Stranger: Added

Stranger: I think mine is a nekomimi boy so...

You: how can you be my kouhai if you're gonna be my oniichan :thinking:

Stranger: Shhhh

Stranger: Let it happen

You: so why you headed to LA anyway? work? o:

Stranger: Let this 23 yo onichan teach you the ways on how to be a bronze player in league of legends

You: bro we are the same age

Stranger: Work! I film!

Stranger: I am in Arizona rn

You: oh wow! do you travel a lot for work? o:

Stranger: From Canada tho! Going back tomorrow evening to the great white north!

Stranger: Here and there ^^

Stranger: I make the usual.

You: it's too hot here anyway q_q

Stranger: Wedding videos, music videos, commercials, porn

You: socal born and raised, still cant stand the heat

Stranger: Wait forget the last one

You: hey man why should i judge

Stranger: Which city?

You: how did our conversation start HAHA

Stranger: Haha just being silly xP

You: alhambra! it's about 30 mins out from LA

Stranger: Idk but it was amazing

Stranger: And it was fate legit

You: best laugh i've had in a while

Stranger: I was gonna sleep

You: honestly

Stranger: Before I clicked

Stranger: Then for some reason I didn't

Stranger: Idk shy

You: honestly i was about to close omegle because i kept getting kik bots

Stranger: Right????

Stranger: My god

You: "M 17 and horny" boy you are a MINOR

Stranger: The tag japanese is ONLY BOTS

Stranger: That's the one!!!

Stranger: Looking for weeb gf??

You: chris hansen? hello?

You: YEAH

You: almost got fuckin whiplash

Stranger: Omg

You: LOL

Stranger: Get Christmas on the line

You: konnichiwa keisatsu desuka?

Stranger: So you are Male too right just wondering?

Stranger: Loooool

You: 女だよ

Stranger: へええ まじで

You: そうよ！変かなぁ？ｗｗ

You: girls dont exist on the internet right lmao

Stranger: Well in that case *flexes arms* I hope you know I am at the top of my class. I main Vayne. Hit silver 3 last season yeah I am a total stud

Stranger: Hahaha right??? I play with a few actually and it is toooo funny when we play league with randoms xD

You: bro i can be your support and get mad when i flash+all in and die bc no one else followed up

Stranger: Hontoni omoshiroi

You: or jungle and feed

Stranger: Looo

Stranger: All seriousness

Stranger: I dont main Vayne anymore lol

You: it's been an age man, i played season 3-4

Stranger: I main twitch hit plat this season and also play a bit of top. I would love to play with you though! <3

Stranger: Damnnnnn I started in s5 lol

Stranger: What do you play nowadays?

Stranger: What are your hobbies?

You: my high school was chock full of league peeps man, i just got pulled in around then

Stranger: Same but I have a story about that hH

You: i draw? and for games, I lean pretty heavily into strategy/jrpg

You: i... quit league cause i got to be a picturesque toxic league player >____>

Stranger: I have too much I wanna talk about and I gotta sleep hehe I wont be home till late so talk to you day after? If you have tele you can text me there too uwu

You: oh yeah!! :3 we can trade numbers later!

Stranger: Ooh I would love to see your drawings and being toxic is bad! XP

You: wouldn't want you to die on yr 2 hr drive at 5mi/hr

You: LOL

Stranger: HahH

Stranger: Do you have telegram?

You: i don't! is that like a texting app? o:

Stranger: Mhmm! With loooooots of cute stickers!

You: s...stickers

Stranger: Mostly furries use it but it has cute anime ones too

You: i tried to use line for a while because of the stickers (poptepipic what's gud) but no one else used it qq

Stranger: Yeah! Just download it and I'll teach you!

You: guess it's time to make a fursona!

You: LOL

Stranger: I used line when I lived in Japan haha

You: o: you lived in japan omg

Stranger: Yup guess so! XD everyone has one nowadays! :p

Stranger: Download it and let me know wha TV your @ is and I'll add you!

Stranger: What your* not tv looool

Stranger: I did yeah for a year

You: does it go by name?

You: ... "tams loves catgirls"

Stranger: My tele is @imyourkohai

Stranger: If you go to send a message you can put that in and message me

Stranger: Lol yes that is right hahah

You: haha okay, i should let you get to sleep!!

Stranger: Okay!!!

You: do you have a call time or anything? o:

Stranger: Nini

Stranger: Nah just a meeting all g :3

You: okay!! haha oyasumi~ we'll talk more tmr :3

Stranger: Ouasumiii

Stranger has disconnected.

[thetreecorner]

A Day In The Life (Egos x Reader, Dapper x Reader, Platonic!Wilford x Reader, Platonic!Mare x Reader)

Hullo everyone! I’m Tree Anon, and this is a small little story based off an AU @freckled-words and I made over on their blog!

Edit: Another thing, a lot has changed since I wrote this auch as relationships (platonic and romantic), age, and... well personality too.

Words: 2733

Warnnings: I believe there is a few cuss words. Also, there is a stalker. And this is mostly unedited because I am horrible at editing.

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The steam coming off your coffee smelled sweet, as if it were trying to mirroring the sweetheart pink color of the liquid. Behind the counter Wilford smiled at you, which you returned.

“You never cease to amaze me.” You murmured into your drink as you took a sip. He passed you a plastic lid that you snapped onto your cup without pausing the conversation. “Wilford, I have been asking this for years - how do you get coffee to be pink?” The bubbly man simply held a finger up to his lips, as if shushing you.

“Trade secrets, my dear.” He sent you a playful wink before resuming his work. But you weren’t done with him just yet.

“Awe, c’mon Wilf. You can tell me.” You enjoyed teasing the man with a pink moustache, almost as much as he enjoyed teasing you. You giggled at the overexaggerated look of contemplation on his face.

“Could,” He confirmed with a shrug. “Don’t mean I would.” He playfully flicked some whipped cream at you over the counter.

“You suck.” You say, licking the cream off your arm. Wilford’s older brother Dark exited the kitchen carrying freshly washed mugs. You stuck your tongue out at Wilford before turning to the older man. “Dark, your brother’s being mean to me.”

“Be mean back to him.” Dark said without missing a beat. “As long as you don’t make a mess.” He ignored the look of exasperation on his brother’s face. “After all, we do have a reputation to uphold.”

“Score one for (Y/N).” You threw an unopened packet of sugar at Wilford, who muttered under his breath as he bent down to pick it up. “Well Wilf, it’s been a lovely time but I’m afraid I gotta go. Sweets across the street await me.”

“Awe, why you keep goin’ to the Septic Bakery?” Bing, the youngest of the Iplier brother’s, asked from his place at the register. “We got plenty of food over here.” He motioned proudly to the small variety of cookies and scones that he and Google had made.

“I…” You hid shyly behind your cup to-go cup. “I like their cupcakes.” You took a long sip of your coffee. Wilford leaned over the counter, looking you directly in the eye.

“The cupcakes, or the cupcake baker?” He whispered teasingly, only loud enough for you to hear. You found yourself almost spitting out your coffee, and didn’t hesitate to slap your friend on the arm.

The Ipliers had a rivalry with the bakery across the road, owned by the Spetic brothers. They were always trying to outdo each other - but you enjoyed both establishments, and the owners. Though you enjoyed some of them, as Wilford knew, more than others. The silly man was such a gossip so it was no surprise that he knew of your not-so-small crush on JJ, the Septic’s cupcake chef.

“Goodbye, Wilford. Bing, Dark.” You glared in Wilford’s direction playfully before making your way to the exit.

“See you, (Y/N).” Bing said. From the doorstep of the Iplier’s coffee shop, the bright green banner of the bakery across the road was hard to miss. And from where you stood, you could see Henrik manning the cash register as he always did. You grinned to yourself, eager to cross the road. You could smell the pastries before you’d opened the door.

“Look who it is!” You were greeted when Jackie exited the kitchen, carrying a fresh tray of cookies. Henrik handed a customer their to-go bag before looking at you.

“Ah, (Y/N), gud to zee you.” He smiled. “Ze usual, I assume?” He asked as you approached the counter.

“And a cookie, please.” You took in a deep breath, eyes closed. “Good lord those smell amazing.”

“We wouldn’t want anything less - can’t have the Ipliers making better cookies than us.” Jackie scrunched up his nose, using a metal spatula to remove the cookie from the try, placing the directly onto the shiny white plate inside their display case.

“Well, I do have to say, Bing and Google aren’t too bad. You might have some competition.” You giggled when both Henrik and Jackie gave you a nasty look. “Guys, I’m joking.” You stole a glance at the double doors leading to the kitchen, which Henrik noticed.

“Don’t vorry, he’d never let you leave without saying goodbye.” You clutched your coffee close to your chest, trying to stop the heat from rising in your cheeks. “In fact, I zink he has something for you,” He turned to his brother. “Man the register?”

“I got you covered.” Jackie nodded. Henrik disappeared into the back, leaving you out front with Jackie. “How many cookies was that you wanted?”

“Just one.” You hummed, watching the double doors closely. “What would JJ have for me?”

“Beats me.” Jackie shrugged, grabbing a small bag to put your cookie in. “You two are adorable, by the way.” You took a moment to wonder just how much people enjoyed teasing you about your crush.

“Jackie,” You were cut short when JJ emerged from the kitchen into the main part of the bakery. He had a small bag held in both his hands, and a blush dusting his cheeks. As he approaches you, he almost seems to shrink into an invisible shell. “Hey JJ.” You smiled at him. His eyes met yours, and he smiled shyly beneath the thick moustache sitting on his upper lip. He waved shortly in greeting.

As far as you knew JJ had been born mute. He spoke to his brothers using ASL, but he usually wrote down what he wanted to say to you. Though you had picked up and learned a few phrases here and there, it wasn’t enough to hold a conversation. That was something you planned on changing, something you had talked to the eldest of the Septic brothers, Angel, about.

JJ seemed to struggle internally before holding the bag out to you, breaking eye contact and refusing to look at you. You took the bag from his hand gently and peeled it open. Sitting in the bottom of the bag, in a plastic container, was a vanilla cupcake decorated with small, pink flowers and edible glitter. You gazed at in in awe.

“Oh, JJ, it’s beautiful.” You grinned at him. Your compliment of course caught his attention, and he watched you inspect the tiny little details with fondness. “Thank you.” You set down the cupcake and your coffee to fish your wallet out of your purse. “How much I owe you?” JJ’s hands flapped almost rapidly, looking at Jackie in desperation when all you did was give him a confused look. Jackie rolled his eyes.

“It’s on the house.” JJ nodded in agreement. You shook your head.

“Oh, JJ, you don’t need to.” He waved you off. He pointed at himself, then made a pulling gesture with both hands. It didn’t take much to understand what he was saying. “Awe… Thank you, JJ.” You pulled the lanky man into a tight hug, which he returned eagerly. When you pulled away, you smiled sweetly. “Any reason why?” He bowed his head shyly and shrugged. Suddenly Anti, Angel’s twin, burst through the kitchen doors.

“Yo, JJ, get your ass back in the kitchen, or else your cupcakes are gonna burn.” He said as he began clearing tables. JJ’s head shot up, and he waved a quick goodbye before scrambling back into the kitchen.

“You gotta stop doin’ that to the poor guy, Anti.” Jackie scolded lightly. Anti rolled his eyes, tossing his younger brother a look. It was then that he saw you.

“Ah, you’re why he was out here.” He said, wiping down one of the tables with a steaming washcloth. “He give you that cupcake yet?”

“Subtle, Anti.” Jackie grumbled. You giggled lightly, then held up the bag so Anti could see it. He nodded shortly before continuing with his work. You turned back to Jackie, who was glaring at his brother’s back. He passed you the cookie.

“How much?” You asked, pulling your wallet out. Jackie opened his mouth, then closed it, like he was thinking.

“Usually they’re three. For you?” He leaned in close like he was telling you a secret. “Two.”

“What have I done recently to deserve such kindness today?” You joked, pulling out a five.

“You’ve been you.” Jackie said, exchanging your five for three crisp one dollar bills. You put your wallet away and stuck your change into your pocket, knowing you’d need it shortly. “You goin’ ta stick around today, or you busy again?”

“I’ve got a deadline in two days and I’m only about three fourths through my article.” You told him. Jackie whistled lowly. “Yeah. But that’s Journalism for you.” You shrugged. “Thank you for the cookie. And thank JJ again for the cupcake.”

‘You know why he gave it to you, right?” Jackie asked. You shook your head. “Well today is January twentieth, twenty eighteen. And your first visit was January Twentieth, twenty seventeen.” He smiled as he saw realization settle on your face.

“Oh my, it’s really been a year?” You laughed lightly. “And he remembered?” You looked down at the small paper bag.

“Course he remembered.” Jackie scoffed. “He don’t like you for no reason.”

“You keep saying that,” You sigh. “But JJ sees me as nothing more than a friend.”

“That cupcake says otherwise.” Anti spoke up. You contemplated this for a moment, then your eyes caught the clock on the wall.

“I have to get going.” You murmured, picking up your forgotten coffee off the counter. “Thank you guys, again.”

“Any time, (Y/N).” Jackie said with a wave. Anti didn’t say anything, as per usual, so you no-so-subtly rushed out the front door. The streets weren’t too busy, but you kept yourself close to the shops as you walked. It wasn’t long before you hear the familiar stum of an acoustic guitar. You could see, not too far ahead, a small crowd of patrons blocking the walkway.

Damn, you think to yourself, they really know how to draw in a crowd. As you approached, you caught a glimpse of the musicians. You wiggled your way to the edge of the crowd, where you could just see them over someone else’s head. The four musically inclined brothers (quadruplets!) all sat on a short, brick wall with their instruments.

Mare, Eram, Light, and Mercer Battle. They didn’t come from much, but from what you’d seen they had great potential. Mercer sat on the far left playing his guitar while Eram sat to his right, ukulele propped in his lap. Mare sat directly on the floor between Eram and Light, smoking a cigarette as he sang. Light drumbed lightly against the bongos in his lap in tune to his brother’s sound. They were playing a song you’d never heard before, most likely something they had written themselves. You remembered the first time you’d heard them. It was a week or two after you’d started going to Coffee Shop and Bakery - like everyone else, you’d been drawn in by the melodic sound of the Battle’s music. They had been doing a cover of a Panic! At the Disco song you absolutely loved with Eram and Light on vocals while Mercer and Mare played their guitars. Out of all of them, Mercer probably sang the least. But his voice left you almost breathless when he did.

As their song came to an end the crowd began to disperse. People here and there tossed some bills into Mercer’s guitar case. You were one of them.

“Hey doll face,” Mare greeted you, dropping his cigarette and stomping out out with the hell of his shoe. “How’d you like the song?”

“Well,” You started. “I think I missed some of it. But I absolutely love what I heard.” You smiled at them. “I can’t say this enough - you four are amazing.”

“Awe, such a flatter.” Mare sent you a wink. “Thanks.”

“Do you think there was anything we could improve on?” Eram asked, pulling his ukulele close to his chest. You’d learned quickly that the Battle brothers enjoyed feedback. You bit your lip, then nodded.

“I though the end was just a bit… fast. It sounded a little rushed.”

“Told you.” Mercer said, looking at Mare.

“Oh, shut up.” Mare scoffed.

“Guys,” Light sighed. “It’s not a great time to argue.” He looked to you and smiled. “Thanks for the donation.” You nodded.

“So, you finally gonna tell me your name?” Mare asked, shoving his hands into his pockets. He’d been asking your name for the past few months after realising he’d never actually knew, and to keep yourself amused you never even gave him a hint.

“Hmmm… Nope.” You poked your tongue out at him. “I think I’m good.” You could see the looks of amusement on Eram and Light’s faces. Mare placed a hand over his heart and scoffed.

“C’mon doll face. You’re killin’ me here.” He put his hand back in his pocket and smirked. “You’ll tell me one day.”

“What would be the fun in that?” You took a long sip of your drink. “I have to get going. Bye boys.” There was a collective goodbye as you began walking away. But it wasn’t a very long walk before an arm snaked around your waist. You nearly dropped your drink in surprise before you noticed it was Mare. “Mare, are you that desperate?”

“Keep walking.” He murmured, keeping his eyes forward. “There’s a man who’s been following you.” His words sent a shiver up your spine. You clutched your cupcake bag tightly, and managed to throw back the last of your coffee as you and Mare walked down the street, his arm wrapped protectively around you.

At the next corner, you guys turned. And you didn’t fail to notice when Mare took another turn, and another. He’d walked you in a circle. Then, he coughed into his shoulder, taking the moment to glance behind you two.

“Fucking finally.” He grumbled, pulling back his arm. The two of you stopped walking outside a small flower shop. You were unsure what to say, but felt rather shaken. You hadn’t even seen the guy, but the very thought of someone - a stronger! - following you sent a wave of fear through you. “Hey, hey, you’re fine.” Mare placed his hands gently onto your shoulders. “C’mon doll face, breath.” You gripped his arm tightly, taking in shaky breaths until they slowly evened out. You didn’t realise you had been crying until he wiped away your tears.

“Thank you.” Was all you managed to get out. You two stood there for what seemed like forever, no words passing between you two.

“Can I…” Mare glanced around one last time, making sure the guy was truly gone. “Can I walk you home?” You chuckled nervously.

“You sure you’re not my stalker?” You attempted a joke, which elicited a snort from Mare. “But.. yes, please, if it’s not a bother.” You agreed. Mare offered your his arm, which you accepted. As you approached your building your nerves came down from the edge, and you pushed out a sigh of relief. “This is me.” You nodded to your apartment building. Mare pulled his arm away from you. “Thank you again. I don’t know how I could ever repay you.”

“Hmmm,” Mare smirked. “How about that name?” You took a real moment to contemplate it this time. After all, he saved you a great deal of trouble - god knows what would have happened if Mare hadn’t come around. You could be dead. Shaking the thought away, you put on your best smile.

“(Y/N).” You were surprised by the smile that broke out on his face.

“Knew you’d tell me some day!” He laughed. “Wish it were under better circumstances.”

“Yeah.” You nodded shortly. “Anyway. I have something I gotta do. Bye, Mare.”

“Bye, (Y/N).” He smirks at you, waving shortly before he begins walking back in the direction of his brothers. You decide to take the stairs up to your apartment, not wanting to wait for the crappy, slow elevator. Once inside the safety of your apartment, you flopped onto the couch with every intention to binge watch your favorite show and enjoy the lovely cupcake given to you by a lovely man.

And that is exactly what you did.

[jjinomu]

how did you get into editing pmd models? you're super good at them, and i'm considering taking it up. i was wondering, how/where did you pick it up?

oh boi oh geez where do i even begin omg (long post so i chucked the rest under the cut)

first thank you for your compliment hehe i really appreciate that!! but hmmm well- i started editing pmd/pmx models like aaaaaages ago i dont even remember much but generally for most beginners, lots of people tend to recolour (i mean i did it too when i first started hehe shout out to my zatsune model edit of animasa miku phew gud ol’ days) which is totally okay especially if you’re just figuring out how like colours/textures work and the whole material panel/subsets/i’m saying-weird-terminology-that-you-probably-don’t-get-yet pretty much all the tools and what they do that’s totally okay hehe once you poke around it for a while, you’ll get use to which tool does what and that’s all gud (i recommend getting the english translated version of PMDeditor (or PMX- i use PMX) because that’ll save you a lot of time (i use the japanese version because i’m weird and dumb and i’m still trying to figure stuff out myself to this day)

after that phase of recolouring (normally i wouldn’t recommend staying in this for long like, i recoloured 1 model and moved on straight away HAHA) at this point one of the most common and main styles of editing for starters is taking editable (or ‘legal’) parts from other models that allow editing (make sure stuff is editable before you do anything or you could get in trouble), and then piecing it together to form your own cool new model edit yeyeye, there should be plenty of tutorials how to do this and how to avoid glitches with joints/physics/bones and stuff so if you want, just hmu privately and i can quest for some for you, but it shouldn’t be too difficult to find!! 

usually lots of people generally stay in that area of editing which is totally chill as well, with practice and constant improvement you could like reach some good levels of work from just part-editing itself, ive seen it happen many many times!!

otherwise the other option you could go down is what i generally do nowadays for editing- and that’s i guess, ‘modelling parts’ (which is what most people call it) or ‘meta-editing’- it involves pretty much, chucking a base into an external 3D program to build clothes/your own parts and then re-rig it entierly again in PMXeditor (i’m a lil tired asf but i have a tutorial tab on my tumblr page where i go more in depth on this and where to start if this is what you wanna do) thoUGH keep in mind, it’s probably best you get use to using PMX and all the terminolgy and such before anything or else it’ll be like what whAT WHat

personally i think that this ‘meta-editing’ method is almost the more easier and safer route, though when you’re starting out it’s like ‘MmMM shit’ but trust me it’s…. imo it’s easier than part-editing (because i used to do that too) mostly because 1. you just make your shit rather than find it (sometimes some parts aren’t even ever made) and 2. you avoid breaking rules completely because heck ur doing it 100% urself wat are rules (aside from obviously your base model’s rules haha)

i forgot what else i wanted to say um

oh yeah well- this is like the basic of the basic explanations, i need you to be more specific if you want me to teach you stuff but the least i can do now is give you a brief overview?? but das it ehe

otherwise some tips i’d like to mention as well which have nothing to do with the actual practice, are as follows:

#1 tip: that i donnn’t think i’ve ever preached on this blog before but i might as well start bc it’s important!!! try ur best to remain humble/modest watever- honestly i think….. if you start thinking you’re some God level editor or watever that’s when…… improvement kinda halts……. so even though it might be kinda ehhh, be a little harsh on yourself- you’re your own critic and it’s better to recognise your faults before someone else points them out for you (because that can hurt heaps, but i mean if u hate urself first nobody else can amirITE AMIRITE i’m kidding don’t hate urself)

i, for one am always very horrible to myself with my edits- like i dislike a looot of them which is actually kinda terrible LMAOO so i don’t recommend like hating everything you do because that ruins the fun- and sometimes it might even push you to stop entirely (i’ve known friends that have quit because they couldn’t get it right etc.) as long as you realise that whatever you do currently isn’t going to be as great as what you do later in life, then you’re like guranteed to improve no doubt about it- in a way, you’re not putting any limitations on yourself so you can grow from that! just continue to persevere, some people don’t improve until a looot later and some people improve like within weeks- so don’t let that get to you either!!! i’ve been doing this shit for like ages and i still am not as good as like actual modellers because i’ve just…. been too comfortable and improved only as an editor askdajsk

#2 tip: do not compare yourself to others especially when you’re first starting out- i’ve had…… quite a number of people compare themselves to me which is….. to say the least……. quite uncomfortable for the person you’re comparing yourself to??? because you gotta keep in mind how long people have been doing stuff (like this is my 6th year and literally everyday i’ve opened up PMX or metasequoia and i’ve toyed around for at least an hour) and idk just try not to compare yourself- because i know it’s kinda difficult not to but trust me, try to walk your own path you can create your own shit without necassarily comparing- unless you’re comparing to improve yourself whiiich leads me to my #3 tip

#3 tip: do not be afraid to mimic styles or toy with styles, i mean do not claim a certain style as your own that’s a HUGE nono, but it doesn’t hurt to like attempt to mimic someone who you look up to, and their style in order to help you improve and find your own style!! i personally mimic artists (rather than MMDers/editors) when i do my edits and then i started to develop my own kinda style??? like i still do a lot of imitation ‘edits’ which are those anime edits you see every now and again (like my yoi models or my binan models) and that’s fine!!! i think the most improvement i’ve ever had in terms of face-editing and stuff have come from me trying to imitate art of others (instead of just blindly going for my own style from the getgo) and this goes for drawing too!!! hell i still ‘mimic’ styles whenever i do any edits that have already an art design for?? i like accuracy first and then i play my style into it later and that’s totally cool too!! as long as you correctly credit and don’t claim as your own, you can’t really go much wrong (unless the person is like hey? can u pls stop? then ya don’t HAHA) i once had an incident back when i was a baby editor where i,,,,,,, kind of recreated someone else’s style of model edit line into like a different model style (in this case it was LAT so that’s how long ago it was) and then redistributed without their prior permission and ya that was bad don’t do that HAHA

and ya that should be it, i wrote this like 60 years ago and it’s been sitting in my drafts and i totally forgot about it until today so i hope that helps ya out!!

[yokoboo]

I found you via your Spaceboy fan art. Your drawing of Oliver dancing with Amy is amazing. Inspiring really. I want to be as good as you but I have many fears holding me back. I'm lucky if I get to a drawing more than once a month. Does that ever happen to you? If it does, how do you overcome that?

Oh honey-baby-child-dear-one, come sit and I will tell you about things.

First of all, thank you so much! I am overwhelmed with emotion every time someone lets me know they like my art ;u;

Second, yes absolutely there are definitely times I don’t draw things for a long time- the longest that I ever kept track of was something like 3-6 months.  Real life gets in the way and that’s okay.  You should try to draw (and most especially try to draw for yourself) as much as you can as often as you can, especially if, like me, it’s your profession.  But like any thing you practice, especially when you’re starting out, making the effort to make regular practice time is (to me) more important than making sure you draw something every single day.  Structured, focused practice (if your goal is to intentionally improve your skillset) at a regular interval (even if that interval is once a week for 15 minutes to draw on the back of a receipt because you saw someone who had a cool face and you want to draw it) is going to do more for you (and especially for forming the habit to take advantage of your time to draw) than throwing your pen on paper because someone told you if you wanna git gud you gotta do it every day.

There’s also a very real difference between “drawing for work” and “drawing for yourself”.  “Drawing for Work” is something that demands your time with immediate and urgent deadlines.  “Drawing for Yourself” is more important and instrumental in artistic progression, but you won’t lose a client if you forget to do it every once in a while.  And while yes, you do learn things while you work on things for other people (I develop new tricks and shortcuts all the time while I work as the colorist for Daughter of the Lilies) after a while things become routine and the type of work you’re asked to do is the same as work you’ve already done.  So making art for yourself is going to be the most rewarding- both emotionally and in the technical sense.

As far as “getting over” long dry spells, for the most part, I don’t beat myself up about it.  It’s important not to berate or get down on yourself because you don’t have the time.  If you’re busy, you’re busy.  Make the effort to make time, but don’t make yourself feel bad if plans fall through.  Otherwise, in regards to getting back to drawing, something I like to do is plan personal projects and then start them.  I have something like 20 narrative/story/comic projects I have on the back-burner and in the works and something like 5 video game concepts as well as illustrative projects (like designing and drawing covers for my favorite books).  Working on plot and thinking up random situations/dialogue exchanges is easy to do if you don’t have time to draw (I carry index cards and a pen with me for such a thing) and those moments will easily inspire the desire and will to find time to draw (or at least doodle a thing).

I also have, built up over the years, an enormous stack of Work-in-Progress drawings that I started and never finished.  Some of them will remain unfinished forever, but going through them will often spark ideas (either for something new or how to redo it better) if I approach them with the attitude of “I don’t have the energy to think up something new, so I’m going to attempt to work on something I’ve already thunk up”.  It’s akin to pouring water into a dried pump to help create the suction you need to draw up water from underground.

And hey, shameless plug, you could participate in art jams or monthly community activities like @doodleberryjam (DBJ is specifically made to help beginner artists and the “lessons” are crafted so you can spend as much or as little time as you have to spare on them!).

Good luck with everything!  I hope you find time in your busy schedule to do what you love!

[golden-states]

this is an angsty to do list i’m putting on the internet for some reason

OK shit like this happens and I get this burst if anger and spite and while it does come from a place of self hatred, it would do me good to harness and use all this wild creative/destructive energy (go all sith and Use My Anger or whatever)

So here’s the shit that Im gonna make Better

1. I’m gonna get my body fixed. My skin and my teeth are fuckin history, I’m gonna lose 10 pounds (I already lost 5 from December) and I’m gonna buy new clothes I don’t hate and I’m gonna look Pretty Darn Good or whatever

2. I’m gonna get into grad school I don’t know fuck it I have no clue what I’m doing anyway and paying hundreds of thousands of dollars I don’t have on shit I don’t know if I like, u know? Fuck it

3. I’m gonna buy a drone with my sister and we’re gonna have a Cool Hobby that gets us outside more lmao

4. I’m gonna write more short stories and get them out there, I’m gonna finish The City Boy and make it as good as I fuckin can

5. I’m gonna keep practicing drawing, even if I don’t have any plans to go anywhere with that, it’s still an impressive skill if you’re good at it

6. I’m gonna travel more because I have to prove I’m not afraid. I’m not afraid of what’s out there I’m gonna look at it, snap a picture of that fucker, and stop giving a shit

7. For the love of God I have to suck it up and actually date another human. Bitch get out there. It’s been like, five years. Christ

8. This one is kinda stupid but I gotta get gud at shit like risk and civ so I can kick his ass next time we play. 

9. I guess I gotta go back to therapy and deal with that shit that’s still bothering me years later

10. I like lists to have an even ten so I’m gonna make up one more thing uhh I’m gonna get better at.. I don’t know Tumblr fame like fuels me so I’m gonna make better content on here and not shit like this. On skyguyed I mean.