#it reminds me of my own artwork 'these stars are for you love' and this is like another rendition of it!

[emillyverse]

Production stages of the Fan Comic of "The Wish Kingdom" !!!

(written by @annymation)

And as promised, here is the "schedule" I said I was putting together for the Comic fic production process.

In the end, this isn't really a "timeline", it's more like a list of what I'll do to build the comic. I want to make all the processes very clear and described to give you an idea of how it will be done and a small idea of how long it will take.

Remembering that I am a human being, not an AI to do things quickly, I have another life beyond networks and this project.

Besides the fact that none of us are being paid to do this comic (although I really wanted to, I'm not going to lie), all of this is being done on the basis of love, affection, positivity and adoration for the initial concepts dispensed by Disney, their classic films that really made that company grow and the main messages conveyed by Walt Disney while he was still alive: "If you can dream something, you can make it happen!" and "It's fun to do the impossible!"

So please be patient and kind to me and the entire team! I already love, adore and thank everyone willing to follow our project.

<3

Well… Let's get started!

1- Rereading and Separating the text:

Starting today (02/26/2024) I will be re-reading Anny's fanfic, separating all of her text into scenes, highlighting the following points:

Atmosphere

Characters (designs made by @uva124)

Speeches and facial expressions - the message

Thus defining "who says what, how and in which place?"

Since I will be doing the setting art myself, as the story progresses, I would really appreciate a little help. I'm guessing if you're reading this you've probably already read The Kingdom of Wishes and consequently imagined the scenarios! If you find any images online that remind you of the locations of the scenes in your mind, you can send them to me as a reference! I'm always open to references for drawings!

2- Make the "Thumbnails"

I don't know what term foreigners use to define the thumbnails that make up the first drafts of comics, but here in Brazil, we call them "Doll", in reference to the fact that the sketches are a "test doll" for the comic strip .

Anyway, I digress! It is at this stage that I define the composition of the scenes through sketches. This is where I define what appears or not in the scene, what the scene will be focused on, how I will guide the reader's eye by the meaning of reading the scene, where the lines, the characters, their movements and others will be located… It's a planning phase on how to portray the scenes; the most complex I would say.

3- Review

Here I take a break for two days or three days at most, to relax and forget about the project for a bit. I come back with new energy and review everything that was done, ask for opinions and suggestions from the team, in short, I give a great evaluation and improvement in everything!

4 - Finalization and Publication

In this last step, I transform the sketches into final artwork using graphite pencils, colored pencils and pens that I have available.

When they are all finished, I will publish the comics here and on all my social networks!

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Finally....

I would like to say that yes, I will be posting spoilers for all these stages, watch them at your own risk!

Remembering that English is not my native language, so I really hope everything was understandable! But if you have any questions, you can send questions to me or any member of the team!

And if you want to know a little more about my arts, you can check out my Instagram!

Kisses full of light and stars!

Let's work!!

[wilted3sunflowers]

This is my Miku pokemon trainer tier list

For this tier list its both my favorites and what i consider a very good miku design

Of course all of them are good miku designs but some shine above the rest

S tier- my absolute favorites Bug miku is so classy, so well thought out, and i think the brown looks amazing with her teal. Shes everything A close tie with bug miku is Ice miku her hair is everything to me im in complete love with this sharp miku. Water Miku is basic but that's all she needs in lovely simplicity, truly feeling like Miku in this world as a water trainer especially with her tan lines from her original outfit it feels like this is her off time from being an idol! Steel Miku had my heart as soon as I saw her with Jirachi. Which was my favorite pokemon when I was a child [it was prior before i even had any pokemon games of my own and only watched the movies] The colors, the motif of star, the hat and the hair its all wonderful to me!

A tier- Amazingly done concepts and totally miku! Rock Miku's dress and veil is lovely, i love they incorporated the veil as mock pigtails. If this was the verison of her without the dress then she would have been in S tier. I love the jester look but thats my own personal preference. She also reminds me of diance with the dress.

Flying Miku is gorgeous, the wispy hair, the translucent areas to mimic clouds and mist. It's an amazing concept and wonderfully executed design! Fairy miku i know is everyones favorite and it's obvious to see why, shes adorable and cute and I too would love to draw her. She has that appeal to her down to a T. Fighting Miku is something i've been waiting for this whole time. Of course no way they could do a pokemon collab with miku and not include farfetch'd! It's a sleek and simple design that takes traits of the original miku's outfit and tweaks them. Though she does kind of remind me of maka from soul eater just a small bit.

B tier- Great concepts! Electric Miku's lightening pigtails are so cute she looks like a little adventure/farmer of currents. She stands on her own as a design and as a tie to miku. Poison type Miku i would have done the same doing mucky/slime twintails though i probably wouldn't have thought to use the new alolan muk which is a very good look and helps add in the colors. It's a great design and while i wouldve put her in A tier some of her design elements hold me off. This is a top tier character design though trust me Dark Miku, i love she came with obstagoon. Though at first i couldnt even tell if miku had pigtails in the artwork. This reminds me just of a nice miku for a cover of an existing song which is not bad it's just how it feels. Normal type miku has good colors, shes paired with an active singing pokemon and while it's simple I think it conveys miku well enough. Though she keeps reminding me of the oversaturated stereotype of early 90s fashion. now on Ghost miku, shes higher than i'd actually put her but for her concept and simplicity of staying to miku but as a glitched out ghost version of her i do have to give props to that even if i find it more on the plain side. I think they succeeded in what was necessary even though this portrays miku AS the ghost instead of just a ghost trainer. ....honestly now that i type my words i feel like i was right and shouldve stuck with her in C tier.

C tier- too basic for my tastes yet still well done Grass miku is cute and all but if you told me she was unrelated to miku, i could believe you. Just that it'd be a fandom joke to call her 'green miku'

Fire miku, reminds me all too much of the anniversary miku song and im sure thats where they got part of the insipration from it but it doesnt really do much for me combined with the fire aspect and how her hair is shaped. I know its to mimic the pokemon shes with its just personal taste on that one. The silhoutte is good.

Ground type miku i had to keep looking up because i forget what shes supposed to be numerous times. Same case with grass miku, i could see someone telling me shes from x thing and unrelated to miku. I'm just not a fan of the design and colors but it's well done. I know when something is just my subjective taste rather than poorly done.

Dragon miku while i'm not the biggest fan of all the cowlicks going down the twintails i know it's purpose is there to mimic the spiked tail of a traditional dragon and i wouldn't want them removed. I think i especially just don't like the tacked on half shawl cape it feels disjointed. Yet i find its a nice concept they did both an almost knight look for her as dragon as always with the concept of knights and dragons battling. Now the knight trainer is battling with the dragon as comrades.

Psychic type miku- i think they started with the least interesting and noteworthy one honestly. It just looks, kind of uninspired but thats rude to say. I know shes here to fufill the concept of miku as a trainer in pokemon and well it just looks like she's her own trainer class that'd have multiple running around looking the same instead of a stand out like a rival or a gym leader in game.

[doumadono]

emergency request!!

hello, im here to please ask for a izukuxfem!reader where its just about their relationship and how they go on cute dates and stuff.

cause next year im 20 and im kinda sad i wont experience teenage love </3

Sweet date - Izuku Midoriya x Reader

A/N: teenage love can be a unique and memorable experience, but remember that love knows no age limits. You have so many wonderful moments and relationships ahead of you as you enter your 20s. Each phase of life brings its own special kind of love and growth. Cherish the memories you've created and look forward to the exciting adventures and connections that lie ahead❤️

EMERGENCY REQS MASTERLIST

Izuku Midoriya and you had a relationship unlike any other. What started as a chance encounter at a coffee shop had blossomed into something extraordinary. Your bond was built on mutual admiration, shared dreams, and a profound understanding of each other.

One weekend, Izuku surprised you with an invitation to an art gallery. As you wandered through the exhibition, you couldn't help but be amazed by his deep appreciation for the artwork. Izuku had a natural talent for understanding the emotions and stories behind the paintings, and he eagerly shared his insights with you.

One particular painting caught your attention - a vibrant, abstract piece that seemed to capture the essence of their relationship. Izuku gazed at it thoughtfully and said, "It reminds me of us, how our feelings and experiences blend into something beautiful and unique."

You smiled and took his hand, feeling your connection grow even stronger. After the gallery, you went to a cozy café for some tea. The two of you sat by the window, engaging in deep conversations about your aspirations, your favorite books, and your dreams for the future.

Izuku's passion for heroism shone through as he talked about his training and his desire to make the world a better place. You admired his determination and unwavering commitment, and you knew that he'd achieve great things.

As the day continued, you decided to visit a botanical garden, another one of Izuku's favorite places. He loved observing the various types of plants and was even growing a small collection of his own at home. He proudly showed you his potted plants, explaining how each one had a unique personality and needed special care.

As the day drew to a close, you found yourselves sitting on a park bench, watching the stars appear in the night sky.

Izuku turned to you and said, "You're like a guiding star in my life. With you, I feel like I can accomplish anything." His earnestness and sincerity warmed your heart, and you knew that your connection was something truly extraordinary.

In the quiet of the night, you shared a kiss under the starry sky, cherishing the uniqueness of your relationship. Your bond was like a rare masterpiece, a beautiful work of art that continued to evolve and inspire both of you with each passing day.

[eurothug4000]

INTERVIEW WITH TAKAYUKI YANAGIHORI - DIRECTOR ON PHASE PARADOX PS2

As I was researching the Japan exclusive PS2 game Phase Paradox (sequel to Philosoma on the PS1), I quickly realised there's very little information available on this sci-fi horror game. Thankfully, the director of Phase Paradox responded to me and I was able to learn more about this obscure title which I'd like to share!

Takayuki: First, let me introduce myself. I started my career as a game developer at Sega, then at SCE (now SIE) and Microsoft. After that, I started my own small studio and am still making games. This time I developed PHASEPARADOX, which was originally a survival horror game for PS1, but changed to an adventure game for PS2.

You mentioned to me that the game was difficult work, what parts of development were challenging? How many years did development take?

The most important thing is that it was an early PS2 title. There was a lack of development equipment, and it was difficult to tell whether bugs were caused by the program or the development equipment, and PS2 development itself was difficult. We also had to handle a large amount of CG, which was very difficult because it was still the 1990s and the CG tools and techniques were not yet up to scratch.

As for the development period, I was in charge for 4 years, but I heard that it took about 2 years before that. (I heard that the game had already been playable on PS1.)

In contrast, what parts of development were the most enjoyable for you?

Game development is always fun. Creating assets using 3DCG, which was the state-of-the-art at that time, building a worldview in accordance with science fiction research, setting scenarios and characters, etc., all of it was both painful and enjoyable.

I was inspired to try new things.

Were there any movies or video games that were a big influence for Phase Paradox? For example, Massimo's character reminded me a lot of Ron Perlman and Arnold Schwarzenegger!

The original idea was to create a "Resident Evil" game based on the world of the "ALIEN" movie. I incorporated a lot of my knowledge of game design and movies into the project.

As you said, the character of Massimo is Arnold Schwarzenegger, and Jude Sutcliffe is Michael Pare. All the other characters have Hollywood star models. I think it was allowed because it was then, but it is not now, lol. The game part was based on Movie Adventure.

The cast for the game is very impressive! Since the voices are in English, was the game planned for worldwide release?

Yes, it was supposed to be a big seller all over the world. However, it was cancelled due to the short playing time and the lack of gameplay. The voice recording was done in L.A.

The presidential election was taking place at the time of recording, and I remember the staff saying to me, "You are in the U.S. on a historic day”.

I love the design of the environments. There are many rooms (like the arcade) that have a very unique and detailed appearance. Did a lot of work go into creating the interior of the Gallant? What were some of the inspirations behind the designs?

The artwork was done by Matsushima-san, continuing from Philosoma. This person has experience working on costumes for the Ultraman series at Bandai, and he drew the foundation of the world, the art settings, and all the original drawings.

Phase Paradox is a sequel to Philosoma. Was it difficult to make a game with a fictional world and characters that were already established? Or did this make work easier?

As I mentioned in 5, it was not difficult for me to continue with Mr. Matsushima. Rather, I enjoyed it very much because I was allowed to add my favorite SF essence to Philosoma.

Do you remember any features that you and the team wanted to include in the game, but maybe couldn't because of time or cost?

Action game elements, mini-games, more options. I am very disappointed. But I think if we had included these elements, we would still be making them, lol. How many more years would have been needed?

At the time, we abandoned the idea of calculating or thinking about that number. We concentrated only on completing it.

What did you and the team want to achieve with Phase Paradox? It feels like a very "cinematic" game, was this rare with games at the time?

The result was a common movie game, but rather than a cinematic part of the game, we were aiming for an innovative adventure game where the situation changes depending on the choices you make.

I was aiming for something like "Detroit: Become Human", if I may say so now in the 21st century. Every time I play that game, I feel strongly about it.

As a final product, what are your personal thoughts on Phase Paradox?

It was a lousy performance, is all I can say. I have always regretted that it was worth it to spend so much money and market value to bring a game with only graphics to the world.

Is there anything else you'd like to share about working on the game? Any strong memories or interesting facts?

As I wrote in #8, I was aiming for a groundbreaking, new game, but I have nothing but regrets about developing on new hardware, not being able to devote the effort to gameplay due to my focus on graphics, and being buried and truncated in various ways by a large amount of work.

More than 20 years have passed and I have sealed my memory, but when I recall it like this, I feel more proud than ashamed, feeling that I was young and ambitious.

Thank you very much.

What are you working on currently?

I am currently making a soccer game at GADE inc.

One is a blockchain game. The other is a 3D action soccer game. I am working on both of them to get rid of my dissatisfaction and regret of the action soccer game I made in Sega.

I am proud to say that I still have new initiatives and high aspirations, so please look forward to them. Both are for the whole world. However, we are having a hard time because we don't have the money for promotion. We would be very happy if someone could help us. We are also planning to launch a new innovative adventure game service on the Web and an action game with an elaborate world view.

If anyone is interested or willing to support us, please contact us.

Thank you to Takayuki for taking the time to provide his insight into Phase Paradox's development! I've made a video on the game which you can watch here: https://youtu.be/bTSFY5M08BU

[wheretheharekissesthefox]

Lavender and Starflower (Mobster AU) - Chapter 2

The Dekarios Clan reigns over Waterdeep as the city’s protector for centuries. Suddenly, the Clan gets challenged by Cazador, the head of the Szarr Clan that rules over Baldur’s Gate. Of course, such an attack won’t be tolerated and the intruder must be forced back and out of the City of Splendors. While fixing destroyed protection sigils, Gale, wizard prodigy and heir of the Dekarios Clan, meets a charming stranger called Astarion. And Gale makes the biggest mistake of his life; he invites the pale elf into his home.

Trigger warning (18+): graphic description of sex, graphic description of violence, non-con/rape, smut, angst, emotional rollercoaster, mobster AU

I was inspired to start writing this fic when I saw this artwork by @arczism

The poem's my own, but is inspired by 'The Starry Night' by Anne Sexton

Also, I named the poet after her, lol.

This is obviously an AU that isn't related to my other work.

Gale's suite was probably the cosiest part of the entire Dekarios Estate – even though his mother had a love for homeliness too. Still, nothing compared to Gale's rooms. The walls were panelled with wood and mostly covered in overflowing bookshelves, the creaking floorboards were warmed and cushioned by knotted carpets from Halruaa, there were potted plants on every windowsill, and the ever-crackling fireplaces added to the cosiness.

Astarion turned around his own axis and whistled.

"Gale of Waterdeep, what a luxurious home you have! I'm impressed." With that haughty smirk, he added: "Is your bedroom as lavishly decorated? With a canopy bed and dozens of pillows and a romantic swing in the corner?"

The addressed gave a little embarrassed cough.

"My bedroom's rather plain, but I do have a canopy bed."

At that, Astarion grinned wider, but still didn't show his teeth.

"My, my, you sure are full of surprises," he purred, slinking closer. He wrapped his arms around Gale's neck, gazing at him through long, white eye lashes. "Why don't you show me some more?"

Gale swallowed nervously and licked his lips.

He realised three things at once; one, Astarion was even more beautiful in the light than in the dark, two, Astarion's eyes were ruby-red, not brown like he'd thought they were, and three, Gale was truly and utterly fucked.

He'd never desired a person so carnally before. Gale hadn't thought that was even possible for him. But now, that he stood in his living room, lulled in by the pale elf's bedroom eyes and his intoxicating smell, he wanted. He wanted Astarion. To have him. To devour him. That unfamiliar feeling burned so hot in his chest that it almost physically hurt, and Gale felt like he'd die if he didn't give in to the urge. He swallowed again.

"Astarion... may I kiss you?" he whispered into the silence of the room. The addressed blinked at him as if he was surprised to be asked such a question. Then, his eyes softened and he smiled as he leaned in.

"You may," Astarion answered and their lips crashed together instantly.

It felt... Gods... It felt like nothing Gale had ever felt before.

Of course, he'd traded his fair share of kisses – he was almost forty, thank you very much –, but it had never felt so intense and all-consuming before.

Unintentionally, the wizard moaned into the kiss and allowed Astarion to take the lead and explore his mouth. The elf's tongue was surprisingly cool, but Gale didn't care. It caused him a pleasant little shiver that he enjoyed almost a bit too much.

Way too soon, Astarion drew back, reminding the wizard: "You need to breathe, darling."

The addressed gulped in lungfuls of air. The elf smirked, then, he spoke: "And before you think I just pretended to like poetry to get into your bed, here's the proof;

'But eventually the stars dim at the sky,

and even the moon is swallowed up by the light,

and the next morning comes, new and bright,

oh, starry night, this is how I want to die.'"

Gale couldn't help himself but smile fondly at the other man. He leaned closer until their foreheads touched and muttered: "Thank you for finishing the poem, Astarion, but I believed you the second you said Annelore Nixton's name."

"Don't mention other people's name when you're trying to seduce me, darling," the addressed teased lightly.

"Is it working?" Gale asked breathlessly. "The seducing, I mean?"

Astarion paused, frowning a tad.

"It is," he answered, sounding almost surprised.

The wizard chuckled and pulled him into another kiss.

"Bed, darling," the elf murmured, but it ended in a moan when Gale kissed his neck. There was a scar there and the wizard was curious of its origin, but he thought it would be rude to ask about it now. Instead, he took Astarion's hand and guided him to the bedroom. It was the tidiest and most modest room in the suite. With a snap of the wizard's fingers, the candles ignited, illuminating the room.

"Mmh, handy," Astarion muttered against Gale's ear. He nosed along the wizard's throat and licked across the junction where neck meets shoulder.

"You smell delectable," the elf whispered. "I want to taste you."

"Please," Gale groaned and buried his hand in Astarion's silky-soft hair. The latter drew back before he dropped to his knees and Gale stared.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" asked the elf.

"No, it's just... You don't have to do this if you don't want to."

"What gives you the impression that I don't want to do this?"

There was a small frown between Astarion's brows.

"Nothing. I'm just... just checking in on you," explained Gale, suddenly self-conscious.

"Oh..." The elf blinked. He seemed confused. "Thank you, but I'm quite alright. How do you want me?"

"Any way you take me," the addressed answered truthfully and blushed furiously when Astarion shot him a dirty grin.

"Well then, Gale of Waterdeep, strip and lay down. I want to ride you."

Oh. Oh, Gods. Gale couldn't hold back a whimper at the image his mind so helpfully conjured up for him. Hastily, he did as he was told, stumbled to the bed, and all but crashed onto his back in the most inelegant way possible. He heard Astarion chuckle and when he lifted his head, he saw the pale elf kneeling at the foot end of the bed. Completely naked. Holy Mother of – Gale quickly swallowed the saliva that was suddenly pooling viciously in his mouth. Again, Astarion smirked knowingly.

"Do you have lube, darling?"

The elf wasn't even done asking when Gale's hands already started rummaging through the lowest drawer of his bedside table. The wizard quickly handed his partner a vial of oil and Astarion set to work, fingering himself open. He put himself on full display, Gale noticed. Making a show, just for him. Somehow, Gale didn't like it. It seemed too forced, to unnatural, too... rehearsed. The wizard sat up and looked at the elf.

"Can I touch you?" he asked.

"Of course," Astarion moaned, rocking back on his fingers.

Gale crawled over and ran his hand over the other man's shoulder while he observed him. Even though Astarion seemed aroused and rather into it, he wasn't panting. Gale moved his hand across the elf’s chest and belly, and stroke his trim waist.

"You're beautiful," he said reverently.

"Thank you. Not enough people mention that," replied the addressed and gave a little groan when he successfully hit his own prostate.

Gale stroke Astarion's hair tenderly and asked: "May I taste you?"

"Yes."

As soon as Gale got his answer, he bent down and took the elf's cock in his mouth. With a gasp, the latter's hips bucked up, almost choking the wizard.

"Oh, Gods! It has been so long since the last time anyone –"

Astarion didn't finish the sentence. Instead, he moaned, loud and blissful, and for the first time, it sounded genuine. Gale liked that, thus, he doubled his effort, paying extra attention to the sensitive glans. Astarion threw his head back and moaned again. His unoccupied hand slipped into the wizard's shoulder-length wavy hair. Not to push, only to hold. To ground himself, probably.

"Gale," Astarion whined. "Gale!"

The addressed noticed the tension of the elf's stomach muscles, the twitch of his inner thigh, and braced himself. With a noise, that landed somewhere between a moan, a sob, and a scream, Astarion came. And Gale swallowed it all eagerly.

"Oh, f– Oh, f-uck!"

The elf collapsed onto the bed, landing on his rear, with his legs folded on his sides like a baby deer's. Gale sat up, swallowed again, wiped his mouth, and asked: "Was that... alright?"

"'Alright'?" Astarion barked a laugh. "Gods... you almost killed me with that wicked mouth of yours."

The addressed turned crimson, but still had the wits to reply: "Well, my mouth can do more than cite poetry."

"I'm aware now," snickered the elf.

For a moment, they just sat there in comfortable silence and let Astarion recover. Still, Gale noticed how painfully hard he was, and couldn't help but give himself a few strokes to relieve some of the pressure.

"Oh, darling, you poor thing," Astarion cooed. "Let me make it up to you."

And with that, he pushed Gale backwards into the mattress. The wizard was surprised by the lithe elf's strength who seemed almost malnourished with the way his abs were showing. But he forgot to think straight as soon as Astarion sunk down on him. Gale groaned as the elf's body engulfed him. It felt heavenly. It was so tight. So... cool? The wizard frowned a bit. That was weird. He didn't remember a person's body ever being – And in this moment, Gale's brain got scrabbled as Astarion rolled his hips in such a way that had the wizard's eyes rolling.

"Ooh! Oh, Gods! Astarion..."

Gale found hold on the elf's pale thighs.

"Yes, darling. Call my name," the latter spoke. "The only thing you remember shall be my name, and you shall shout it when you come inside me."

He did that things with his hips again and Gale bucked up into him with a desperate whine.

"Gods, Astarion, please... Please, kiss me."

The addressed hesitated even though he kept his hips moving. Then, he bent down and complied to the wizard's wish who moaned wantonly. He was addicted to kissing, Gale decided. He loved kissing the elf. This stranger he'd just met tonight and who he'd let into his home, into his bed, and into his heart.

Astarion drew back, sat up, placed his hands on Gale's chest, and started to bounce in the wizard's lap. The latter's brain almost short-circuited which... was new. That had never happened before. Not with anyone. Not even with Mys–

"Say my name, Gale of Waterdeep. Say my name."

"Astarion..."

"Again."

"Astarion."

"Louder!"

"Astarion!"

"Again!"

"Astarion!"

"Yes!"

The elf, who kept rolling his hips, finally started to pant, and when he threw back his head and his spine arched beautifully, his pearly-white teeth glinted in the candlelight. His fangs glinted. Fangs. Ah. That explained everything. Gale heard a choked-off sob.

"Astarion," he panted pleadingly. "Kiss me again. Please."

This time, the addressed didn't hesitate and complied immediately. Gale climaxed with a long and loud moan, clutching Astarion's thighs, while the latter whined into the kiss and started to shake apart too. Then, the elf collapsed onto the wizard, his head buried in the latter's shoulder, still trembling slightly while coming down from his high.

Gale sighed deeply and opened his eyes. He felt truly and thoroughly fucked out – and his mind was still blissfully quiet.

"Why didn't you just tell me that you're a vampire?"

The sudden question hung in the air like a heavy spell and Astarion tensed. Just as a precaution, Gale held onto the elf's thighs a little tighter. He didn't want him to run away.

"I –" Astarion hesitated. "I didn't want to scare you off, nor did I wanted to end up with a stake between my ribs. Vampire's aren't exactly liked – for good reasons, I must add. I'm a mere spawn though, not a fully-fledged vampire. None of the benefits, but all of the inconveniences."

"Hm, I see," mumbled Gale. "Are you hungry?"

The elf's head shot up from where it had laid on the wizard's shoulder.

"I beg you pardon!"

"I didn't mean to offend you," Gale explained hastily, "but before... when we started... you asked if you could taste me, and it just appeared to me that you maybe meant it more literally than figuratively. So, I ask you again; are you hungry? Because if you are, I'd gladly donate some of my blood to you."

Astarion stared at him, long and intensely, as if he was looking for the catch or the lie. The wizard waited patiently. Finally, the elf dropped his tense shoulders and sighed.

"Well, that's an unexpected offer... and I'm – I'm always hungry, really. But usually, I – Well, it's not important."

Astarion gave him a beaming smile, finally showing all of his beautiful teeth, but Gale looked at him, frowning.

"Why are you always hungry?"

"Well, usually I – Hm... My master prohibited me from drinking the blood of thinking creatures. I don't know how much you know about the effects of a vampire lord's words on their spawns, but when he gives you an order, you must follow said order, no matter if you want to or not. It's literally not in your power to refuse your master's words. Your body's being puppeteered against your will. Your own body doesn't belong to you anymore. You're a thrall, through and through."

"So... your master... his orders still apply to you? Does that mean he's still alive, or does his orders still take effect even after his death?"

Astarion kept quiet for a moment, then, he answered: "I'm a free vampire spawn. I have no master anymore. But his words still echo in my mind, even though they don't actually apply anymore. Thus, I still only consume the blood of animals."

"Your master's dead then?" Gale probed. "How did that happen? Did monster hunters kill him, another vampire, or you?"

The addressed pressed his lips into a thin line. He obviously didn't want to talk about it.

"It doesn't matter," he finally muttered. "I'm free now."

Gale was itching to ask more questions, but he did what he usually never did; he dropped the subject. Instead of pressing on, he simply nodded and kept silent. It was the right thing to do since Astarion's handsome features smoothed out and he rested his head on Gale's shoulder again, relaxed.

"Just let me stay like this a little longer, darling."

A unfamiliar, weird kind of panic got hold of Gale and he pleaded: "Please stay with me."

He felt Astarion smile against his collarbone.

"Alright, darling."

[tkpuke]

Sweet Tattoo

Pairing: Steve/Eddie

Summary: In which Steve notices whenever Eddie gets bored, he doodles. Steve gave his own art skills a try, but it lead to something else.

Word count: 974

“Reminding you this is the last doodle, alright?” Steve said while watching how focused Eddie’s gaze is on his arm, tongue poking out here and there from concentration. He colored in a certain spot, applying a bit of pressure on the skin to make sure the black pen ink doesn’t give up halfway. Then, Eddie snapped the cap back on before giving Steve a prideful smile.

“Thoughts on this new masterpiece?” Steve raised his arm up for a closer view of the demobats scattered around his entire forearm, almost an exact copy of Eddie’s own bat tattoo just near his elbow. Great detail, no tiny mistakes, and definitely badass. “It’s really cool, although I hope me saying that doesn’t get you to convince me to start another new doodle on my body like you’ve been doing for the past ten minutes.” Steve slightly lifts up his shirt to show Eddie all the pen drawings covering his entire stomach, in hopes the man gets the hint maybe Steve had enough of being Eddie’s personal canvas.

Don’t get him wrong, Steve loves Eddie’s small artistic side whenever he’s bored. The itch to doodle is strong for the metal-head, the rim of his converse covered in small drawings. Anything he can get his hands on, it’ll be covered in colorful ink soon. Steve, as you might’ve guessed, has fallen victim to this itch.

Steve didn’t mind at first, but he didn’t expect to be covered head to toe in Eddie’s artwork. He was more thinking maybe a cute smiley face on his palm, or stars around his knuckles. Y’know, something Nancy use to do when they were together.

“Oh please, you love these sweet tats drawn by me.” Eddie gave Steve’s bare side a quick squeeze, making him yelp before rolling down his shirt to prevent anymore attacks. Steve eyed the pen being set down on the bedside table, grabbing it as his eyes lit up from an idea popping in his head.

“Let me draw on you.” Steve said simply, catching Eddie a bit off-guard. He turns to Steve, pointing at his own chest. “Draw on me?” He repeats Steve’s sentence, a amusing grin forming. If there’s anything you’d like to know about Eddie, is that his love language is physical touch. Turning down such an offer, especially from Steve, is something Eddie can’t fathom.

“C’mon, let me have a turn. Lay down.” Steve’s tone almost sounded a bit demanding, patting down space next to him for Eddie to get all comfortable. Eddie breathed out a chuckle, putting a pillow under his head. “Oh? Yes sir.” He could not help but tease, earning an eye roll from Steve. A wave of cold air hits Eddie’s stomach, feeling the tip of the pen starting around his side.

Seconds go by in silence, Steve not kidding around by being determined this doodle comes out looking like the definition of perfection. Although Eddie began to have his doubts. “No hard feelings, but this doodle better not eat shit.”

“It won’t if you stay still.” Steve argued back, having to wait out the squirms Eddie does every few minutes. Eddie opened his mouth to give the twitching an excuse, but instead a giggly yelp poured out. Apparently, Steve circled the pen in a rather sensitive spot. This stopped the two in their tracks, making immediate direct eye contact. Steve smirking, Eddie growing nervous.

“Ticklish?” Steve asked innocently, but the mischievous growing smirk told a different story.

“No.” Eddie got on his elbows, ready to spring on his feet. The plan didn’t get really far, unfortunately, because Steve tossed the pen aside to scratch Eddie’s sides with his blunt nails. Eddie straight out cackled hysterically, letting it be heard from miles away. Steve was almost tempted to shush him, but it would be hard when your apparent worst spot is being exploited to it’s fullest.

Eddie thrashed violently, being close to accidentally knocking the wind out of Steve from the squirm of his legs. No worries, Steve helped out with that by sitting on top of his thighs, now easier to worm his hands everywhere on his torso.

“Stohop! You’re kihihilling ME!” His protest ended in a shrill squeal when he felt a firm dug in his ankles, but only because Steve was near being bucked off. This newfound discovery on accident did not get unnoticed, sadly for Eddie. “Don’t tell me your ankles are ticklish.”

Eddie quickly got ahold of Steve’s wrists, looking him dead in the eye. “Go for them and the second I’m let up, I’m gonna tickle the absolute hell out of you until I’m satisfied, pretty boy.” A threat. A playful one that meant zero harm but to only scare. Something that didn’t make Steve rethink his choices in the slightest.

“Too bad I won’t let you have enough energy for payback.” Steve unwrapped his grip on Eddie’s ankles, digging straight in his underarms as a form of surprise. He snapped his arms down in swift speed, spilling out giggly curses toward Steve that went through one ear and out the other.

“Sohomewhere else goddamnit!” Eddie wheezed out. Steve stopped, but wiggled his hands around to hint that his hands are stuck. Eddie hesitantly lifted up his arms, and in a second hands latched around his ankles. Scratching like there’s no tomorrow.

“FUHUCK! HOLY SHIHIT!” Were the last words before his laughs turned silent, cheeks tinted red. Taking this as a cue to have the fun come to an end, Steve rolled beside Eddie while removing loose curls away from his face from all the thrashing. “You told me to go somewhere else.”

“I fucking hahate you.” Eddie breathlessly giggled, greedily sucking air. A middle finger aimed towards Steve, but he takes the hand to plant tiny kisses around his knuckles and rings.

“You love me.”

[itsnicsalad]

Super big fan of your art. Especially the Lilith and Darius besties artwork. Their relationship reminds me of the one I have with my best friend and everyone assumes we're dating when we're not.

But something him and I agree on is that the next time makes a romantic jab at us we'll play along like "Oh yeah, I've known them for [x] amount of years. They mean everything to me, and I love them with every fiber of my being and couldn't imagine a world without them, so let me introduce you to MY BEST FRIEND."

And it gives me massive ravenation vibes lol

lmao you guys are amazing

id love to imagine lilith and darius saying that as well lol,, at least in my s3 au (might sound weird but like,, canon ravenation and stars below ravenation have different dynamics in my mind?? like canon has more of a reserved kinda feeling but stars below is way more open,, solely just due to my own brainrot)

[tbyfandoms]

Rapunzel | Dramione

Pairing: draco malfoy x hermione granger

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: stuck with the inability to meet with her boyfriend face to face on her own, hermione enlists the help of her best friend to get her there. meanwhile, stuck in a meeting of star-crossed lovers and nothing better to do, harry has a few quips for draco up his sleeve

Warnings: mild swearing

Masterlist | Ask/Tell/Request

A/N: my first work for dramione! i’ve loved this pair for so long and i'm so happy to have finally sat down and written a short fic for them. i would’ve never had the idea for this story without seeing this amazing artwork (shown in the header) by @fghartwork ! i saw it on my recommended and the idea immediately came to mind. please check out their page and the original art work here. they’re very talented and also very kind for letting me use their work in my header <3 i hope you all enjoy the story and lmk what you think! :)

“Harry be careful!” Hermione shrieks as she clings to the back of her best friend, her heart rate spiking every time he makes a sudden turn in the air.

She never did like flying.

“Hermione you’re fine, just hold on!” Harry replies with a chuckle. He can tell how frightened she is by the way her arms clutch tightly around his stomach each time he dips the broom.

“Oh trust me, I’m holding on,” she mumbles, squeezing her eyes shut as they swoop past one of the pillars on the castle. “This is so unbelievably terrifying and dangerous, I don’t get why you like it so much.”

“It’s thrilling! The wind in your hair and on your face. The way you can speed through the air and feel just like a bird, it’s brilliant!” He muses. There are few things Harry Potter finds absolute, indescribable joy in and flying is most definitely one of them. In a teasing tone he adds; “Need I remind you, you’re the one who wanted to do this.”

“Come on, Harry! You know I wouldn’t if it wasn’t my absolute last option. This is the only way I can see Draco before we leave for break. After tonight who knows how long until I’ll be able to see him again face to face.”

It was just their luck that the final day Hermione and Draco would be able to see each other, the Malfoy boy would land himself in detention. There wasn’t any way around it and no time to meet in the morning before everyone leaves. If the couple wanted to see each other one last time, this is the only way it could be done.

The only downside to the plan was that Hermione would have to travel by broom to get to Draco. There wasn’t a chance she’d be let in the room, so meeting in secret by the window was the best bet. Too bad Draco’s serving his detention in a classroom way at the top of the castle, which is how Hermione has found herself holding on to Harry for dear life as he takes her to see him.

“The two of you really can’t meet up during the break? This is honestly the last chance you’ve got to spend time with him before we leave?” Harry questions.

“Sadly, yes. With the way our personal schedules line up, there doesn’t seem to be a day we can have to ourselves. Any day I’m free he’ll be busy and any day he’s free I’ll be busy. We could always try to floo or apparate to each other during spare time, but considering how on edge everyone still is regarding our relationship, it doesn’t seem possible,” Hermione sighs. No matter how hard she tries to show everyone how much Draco has changed and grown, it doesn’t seem to change anything. Harry truly seems to be one of the only people who has somewhat accepted their relationship, besides Ginny.

Although Harry can’t see her face, he can tell Hermione is frowning behind him, wishing things could be different and still struggling with the heartache of the people she loves most not accepting the boy she’s fallen for. It took a long time for Harry to grasp the idea of their relationship, but of course with help from Ginny, he was able to come to terms with it and focus on the fact Hermione is happier than ever before. After the past few years they’ve had that’s truly all he could hope for, his best friend’s happiness.

Harry still doesn’t get how it even happened, but he guesses all of them coming back for an eighth year allowed unexpected relationships to form between people. It was weird at first, but he sees how much good it’s actually done and he’s glad he came back along with so many of his other classmates. In a way it’s been healing for him even if these walls have witnessed so much loss and destruction, and if Hermione finding comfort and love in being with Malfoy is part of her healing, then who’s he to judge her?

“Don’t worry, Hermione, I’m sure the two of you will figure it out. I can tell you both care for each other a lot and not being able to see each other in person for a while isn’t going to change that. There’s ways around your obstacles and if anyone will figure it out it’ll be you. Besides, I’m here for you if and when you need me again. I mean look at us now! If you would’ve told me a year ago I’d be helping you meet up with Malfoy I would’ve said you’re mad! Yet here we are.” The two Gryffindors laugh and Hermione fights the tears prickling in her eyes over Harry’s words. She truly doesn’t know where she’d be without him and she’s so incredibly grateful to have him in her life.

“Thank you, Harry,” she says softly as the raven-haired boy takes them around a pillar and begins to slow down as their destination comes into view.

“You’re welcome, Hermione,” he replies, lining his broom up against the side of the castle and slowly lifting the both of them up under a window that’s wide open. "Okay, now that we're here, climb up on my shoulders and I'll keep you steady while you 'talk' to Malfoy."

Hermione nearly falls off the broom over the statement alone. "What!? Why in the world would I do that when I can keep my little stability by just staying where I am, sat behind you!"

"No offense, Hermione, but I really don't wanna be sitting right next to you while you make out with your boyfriend." Hermione's face flushes fiercely and she does her best to try and gather herself before replying.

"Well, alright then. If you really want me to, I will." With a firm nod, even though Harry can't see her, Hermione decides the task won't be so bad. She's a witch for God's sake! She could handle a little challenge.

Grabbing onto Harry's shoulders, Hermione begins to lift herself up off the broom. With shaky hands, she grabs the edge of the window above her, using it to balance as she lifts one leg over Harry's shoulder, and then the other. Harry grabs onto Hermione's shins and allows her time to adjust.

"See, not so bad, right?" Harry grunts out. Hermione isn't heavy by any means, but he didn't think through all the added extra weight. Harry may be one of Hogwart's best seekers, but he's sure never flown a broom with someone sitting on his shoulders before. He'd get used to the feeling in a minute though, he's sure...hopefully.

"Right! This is fine, I'm steady, it's good!" Hermione doesn't know who she's trying to convince, Harry or herself, but it definitely seems more like the latter.

Looking up, Hermione realizes she's still a little under the window, not exactly head level with it. "Harry, can you fly us up a little bit? I can't quite see through the window."

In an instant, Hermione finds herself rising upwards. The sudden movement, although expected, startles her and causes her to let out a tiny yelp.

"Granger? Is that you?" Looking into the open window, Hermione smiles when she sees her boyfriend standing there.

"Draco!" She exclaims, leaning in closer to the windowsill and resting her arms on the ledge.

"What in the bloody hell are you doing!?" Rushing to the window, Draco leans out of it slightly, looking down to see how exactly his girlfriend has found her way up here. "Is that Potter?"

"Evening, Malfoy!" Harry grins while looking up and throwing Draco a peace sign. The blonde can't help the bemused smile that makes it's way onto his face. Of course it would be Potter to help with something like this.

"I knew we wouldn't be able to see each other before we left tomorrow, so this is the best plan I could come up with. It's probably not the best one I've ever thought of, but so be it, I'm here and now we can be together for a moment!"

Draco smiles at the girl before him. He doesn't understand how in the world he got so lucky to be with someone like her. If you would've told him when he first came to Hogwarts that he'd end up with the bushy haired girl from Gryffindor, he would've laughed in your face. But now, here he is, completely and utterly in love with her.

"Granger, you're brilliant! If anything this is your best plan yet, love." Draco reaches over and grabs one of Hermione's hands, rubbing his fingers over her knuckles and looking at her with those big grey eyes she's come to love.

A thought pops into Hermione's head, instantly sending her heart racing. "Wait, McGonagall isn't in there is she? I would hate to get you into more trouble!" The brunette tries to look through the window, but Draco immediately shakes his head, trying to calm her nerves.

"No, she stepped out for a moment. I'm not sure when she'll be back, though. We might not have much time, I-"

"You're both fine, don't worry. McGonagall's in her office talking to Flitwick. You've probably got loads of time," Harry says, leading to Draco and Hermione to look down at him questioningly.

"And how do you know that, Potter?" Draco questions, raising a brow at Harry's supposed fact.

Without speaking a word, the boy holds up a piece of folded paper he had in his pocket. Hermione hums and smirks when she realizes what it is. "Marauder's map. You've still got that thing, Harry?"

"Of course I do, it's useful, you know that." Harry goes back to looking at the map, definitely not keeping his eye on the spot of a certain red head girl.

Turning back to the blonde, Hermione leans her head on her fist, staring at Draco with nothing but adoration. "So, tell me about your day of solitude."

Laughing, Draco settles himself on the windowsill, ready to spend every possible moment he can with the girl who stole his heart and taught him what real love is all about.

*****

"You're lying!" Hermione can't help the laugh that escapes her lips. "There's no way she made you do that!"

"Granger, I swear she did! This detention is by far the worst I've ever received."

Hermione just shakes her head at her boyfriend's words. She loves how at ease she feels with him. That sounds ridiculous considering who it is she's talking about, but it's true. Draco makes her feel a sense of comfort she's never felt before. It took a long time for them to get to this point, but she wouldn't take any of it back. She's glad after all these years they found their way to each other, found healing and love within each other. It took everyone by surprise, even them, but it's perfectly imperfect, and that's enough for them.

"I'm going to miss you so much, Draco," Hermione says, barely above a whisper. She tries to give him a smile but it's weak. Hermione never was very good with trying to hide her emotions.

"I'm going to miss you too, Hermione." Draco reaches out and cups the girl's cheeks with his palms, swiping this thumbs lightly back and forth. "We're going to figure this out, don't worry. I won't allow anyone to keep you away from me. I mean c'mon, even detention couldn't stop us from seeing each other."

The Gryffindor girl lights up at the Slytherin's words, letting out a small giggle.

"There's that smile and laugh I love so much," Draco beams, loving the way Hermione gets shy at his words. Closing the distance, the Malfoy heir connects his lips with hers, and she wastes no time in reciprocating the action.

Almost instantly Hermione finds herself lost in Draco's soft lips and warm aura. She's reaching up and dragging one hand through his hair while the other grasps onto the front of his shirt, wanting him as close as possible.

It's when Draco softly bites down on Hermione's bottom lip that she really loses it. Her thighs move to rub together, wanting to create any sort of friction, but the action is immediately halted, rapid taps on her knees breaking her from the spell that is Draco Malfoy.

"Hermione!" Harry squeaks from below and Hermione's eyes go wide as she realizes what's happening.

"Sorry, Harry!" The girl rushes out, heat rushing up her neck and face as she quickly releases the death grip her thighs have around Harry's neck.

"It's fine," the raven haired boy coughs out. After rubbing his neck as best he can to soothe the dull pain, while simultaneously holding onto Hermione and trying to keep the broom upright, he says, "I hate to break this up but either tell Rapunzel to let down his hair and have you climb up, or we've got to go. McGonagall's coming."

Hermione laughs at the boy's joke, but covers it with her hand as she turns and notices Draco's confusion and hard stare.

"What did you just call me, Scarhead?" Draco's eyebrows are furrowed and even though he and Harry have long since settled their 'rivalry', the nicknames still pop up here and there, and Draco is quick to revert back to them when feeling intimidated, as is Harry.

Before her two favorite boys can begin bickering, Hermione interjects. "It's just from a fairy tale, Draco. It's Rapunzel, have you ever heard of it?"

Malfoy shakes his head and Hermione's left surprised. She knew the Wizarding world was different than that of the Muggles, but she figured at least the fairy tales would've been prominent in both.

"Basically it's a story about a girl trapped in a tower and she has incredibly long hair that she lets down for her lover to climb in order to reach her. I'm shocked you don't know it."

Draco shakes his head and relaxes at the fact it wasn't anything too insulting. "Never heard of it."

"Basically, it's a joke, Malfoy. You should learn to take one!" Harry teases from below and Hermione gasps before lightly smacking the side of his head.

"Harry! Be nice!" Hermione starts to make her way off her friend's shoulders, slowly settling back on the broom. Harry rubs the spot on his head, but continues to chuckle as he flies the broom up a bit higher, allowing Hermione to be able to say goodbye.

"Very funny, Potter. We'll see who's the one laughing when I beat your ass in the next quidditch match," Draco smirks and Harry rolls his eyes in return.

"We'll see about that one, Malfoy"

"If you two are done trying to one up each other, I'd like to say goodbye to my boyfriend before we get caught," Hermione says, side-eyeing the both of them. Boys.

Turning back to face Draco, Hermione smiles and leans in one final time for a kiss, this time not letting it get too out of hand.

After pulling away, Draco is the first to speak. "I promise to write to you as much as possible, even if it's about something boring. I'll write about it just so you know I'm still thinking of you."

The brunette girl laughs and nods her head. "I'll love every second of reading them, I'm sure. I love you, Draco."

The blonde's usual steel grey eyes soften as they take in every inch of the girl before them. Airily, Draco replies, "I love you too, Hermione."

A moment passes between them before suddenly the door to the classroom is being opened and the Headmistress' voice can be heard.

"Mr. Malfoy, what are you doing by the window?" The couple's eyes go wide. Draco immediately steps back and Hermione lightly urges Harry to take off.

"Nothing, Headmistress," Draco says, watching as his girlfriend begins to descend back to the ground. He winks at her and then says, "Just thought I heard something."

Hermione's stomach fills with butterflies at his action, she grins and waves at him before holding on to Harry for dear life once more.

"Thank you for doing this, Harry. It really means so much to me," the witch says, lightly squeezing Harry a bit extra for a moment in appreciation.

"You're welcome, Hermione. Anything for you and your Rapunzel." The boy laughs and Hermione gasps but can't help to do the same.

"Harry!"

[xullianart]

I think you should make an au with fresh but I love your artwork!

Hi anon [3[3[3[3 what do you mean by an au with fresh? Im happy to but i have no idea if you mean putting him in situations or giving him a different host (fresh!ink, fresh!error, ect.) or anything else

Adding some thoughts of my own anyway-

@/ junipers-insects (i think.?) came up with an idea for a fresher sans which is basically fresh but from the 20s (I THINKKK??), and that seems so so cool to me, been wanting to design that for a while,, (you should follow them)

Au where Fresh sans becomes a sort of ally for the star sanses, gets his own pin and everything, then betrays them in some way. He reminds them that hes a parasite, not a skeleton. Why would he let them manipulate him like that? Then he snaps his fingers n ink turns into fresh ink for the duration of the battle until fresh slips away.

One of my favorites but Dream, Nightmare, Error, Ink, and Reapertale's inhabitants are gods, Fresh is aa,, not a messanger, not a servant but. I dont know the word right now but hes basically a "we dont talk about him and we leave him alone unless he gets out of line" type guy. Hes a strong mortal that cant feel any emotion ofther than hunger and fear (of reaper)

Not really a fresh au but it works- paperjam wants to join the bad sanses, error, ink, and dream tell him not to but gradient supports him until he finds out from fresh (and others) how they really are and that pj will basically die if he joins them by trauma, fear, or dust, killer, horror, and cross. Pj joins out of teen rebellion and hate for his "parents", and only ever sees ink and dream during missions, never error or gradient. Fresh is important in this because hes the one to always give sly remarks on how to get out of the gang, but has never been in it. He eventually helps pj (and cross) leave the bad sanses and they live happily ever after the end.

[heybluewolf]

Looking now at the red flags of someone I've said reminded me of the color purple, who once made me feel a serene blue like the darkened sky, and then plunged into a deep brown, almost reddish. Our love was a rich palette: sometimes black and gold, so rich, sometimes lilac and opaque cyan, so soft, sometimes orange and pink, so fiery. However, it turned gray: cheap, rough, and cold. It burned and turned into ashes. Silence hung transparent and hazy. There was something behind it, although it was impossible to discern what it was. A part of me knew that something so obvious was there, something that resembled someone else. Betrayal manifested as white: simple, glaring, and excessively clear. Our skins, yours brown and mine in lighter tones, never blended well. You were like water, eager to merge with me, while I was oil paint, which works best alone and pushes you away. Drops were never your style; you were a full cup. This was my fear: losing my own colors after feeling you spill over me. The world became monochromatic when I realized that you had ceased to be my muse and had become just a pretty face for someone else, surrendering to a vandal when you had a true artist within your reach. You had the brush and chose to paint a wall in ruins instead of a canvas; you had the pen and opted to scribble on papers instead of drawing artworks; you had the dawn and chose not to rise, instead of painting the sky. The world regained its colors when I woke up and realized that I had managed to erase the graffiti you made on my heart. I moved forward, allowing my art to shine beyond the shadows, like a star that continues to sparkle even when the clouds of indecision dissipate, like a poetess who finds inspiration in new souls.

heybluewolf

[juliapilecki]

Part 1: Self-Love

Conceptual Goals: For this piece, I was really inspired by the lyric "You're on your own kid, you always have been" by Taylor Swift. I chose to make that the center point of my artwork because I feel like it is very representative of my twenties, especially as I'm preparing to graduate in the spring. It is a scary feeling to be thrust into the real world but it is also exciting and I think this lyric and song reflects that feeling quite well. I wanted to fill the rest of the canvas with images and colors that felt like me (with also a few more Taylor Swift references hidden throughout).

Aesthetic Goals: I used paint, colored pencil, and collage materials in this piece. I wanted it to be bright and hopeful but also hyperfeminine which is why you see a lot of pink and flowers. I have always loved wildflowers and flowers in general which is why I thought they were very important to include in my piece. I also drew a sort of celestial-yin-yang because I have always loved the sun and moon and have gravitated equally towards both of them. I decided to add the hearts, stars, and circles because I felt like the piece needed a little more color.

Course Inspiration: As I mentioned before, I really wanted this piece to feel hyperfeminine as a sort of juxtaposition to my second piece, which is more masculine. I used pink a lot and also used typically feminine objects, like flowers and butterflies. My artwork here really reminded me of my artwork from our Animals unit in the way I collaged materials and created a background with blank space.

Part 2: Spreading Love

Conceptual Goals: I made this piece for my boyfriend and I really wanted to make it representative of him and the things he loves. Every single little piece of the artwork has meaning that can be related back to him. I wanted to create something that matched his aesthetic and preferences so he could hang it up as a gift from me but still have something that felt like him.

Aesthetic Goals: My boyfriend wants to be a history professor so I definitely took that in mind when creating the background of this piece. I used printed cardstock with mostly worldly images, which reminded me of him. I also used a newspaper clipping from a hunting article because he has been getting into hunting lately. Next, I wanted to just fill the rest of the artwork with images that are related to him in some form. Because the background of the piece was so busy, I wanted to keep the images on top a little more simple. I used pen and paint to create the drawings and also used collage materials. The black and white nature of some of the images kind of reminded me of tattoos, which my boyfriend loves. I incorporated his favorite sports and activities and also his love for music and frogs. One of his favorite bands is Pinegrove and I represented that subtly with my painting of pine trees. The flower that I painted is meant to be a Black-Eyed Susan, which I always compare to the color of his eyes.

Course Inspiration: I was really inspired by the portrait unit and the feedback I received, which was to delve deeper into the psychology of my character. I was extremely thoughtful when choosing each of the items that went on this piece and I think that is because I truly spent some time considering what my boyfriend loves and values in this world. I made sure to incorporate many aspects of his life and I felt grateful to be able to know someone so well to create this piece for him. I was very happy with how it came out and it is very meaningful to me.

[blazingstarship]

💍Engagement Night💖

I have been waiting to post this artwork for a very long time cause I wanted it to be perfect and love the story behind our proposal.

We got to the marriage subject cause one of the guys made a joke about it. When it was just the two of us, I honestly told Yus it wasnt really something I dreamed off to do. I kinda made it clear marriage wasnt for me but didnt want to tell him my reasons. Yusei figured eventually by clicking one and one when I dont bring up my parents much. I told him the truth about why I dont like weddings. My parents had an unhappy marriage and even worst divorce. Heck I dont even know why they agreed to get married in the first place but it made me dislike the whole wedding concept.

Yusei said he never could imagine even a happy stable relationship without worrying if the other wouldnt leave him first (dead, betrayed, leaving the city forever). And marriage, the same page, didnt saw himself as marriage material too. People of Sattelite werent even allowed to marry so who wanted scum like him to love a life time.

Our relationship grow and the years passed by. It became stronger and we never felt so comfortable and save than to be with each other. After two years there was a moment in our lifes that changed us both and Yusei came suddenly with an own made ring with blue stone stickers on it and presented as a promise ring, we called a partnership. And I made one too from scraps and crafts so he knew I feel the same way about it. So we started to wear promise rings and after four years, we got our own house together.

I try not to drop spoilers but lets say Yusei felt alone and yet he got reminded someone always came home to him at the end of the day. Living together did him so well and the idea of having an own house with a backyard and garage and just a new chapter in his life thats about to start. He never could dream there was someone willing to spend the rest of their life with him and he cherish every day this someone goes to sleep and wakes byside him.

He wanted to place the bolt ring for the real thing and it was quite the time since he knew while I love the ring, it wasnt a real ring and deserved a real one. The real deal.

I was really worried about the house since I am not from Neo Domino City and what if we didnt work out at the end and I had to go back to my own country.

Yusei assured me its never gonna happen and we are not like my folks. As long as we talk to each other and give the space we need from time to time, everything will be alright.

After we got the keys, Yusei said out of the blue What if you will be named Fudo too. It shocked me how sure he said that, his face expression didnt change. He was really serious about it, like he was preparing me mentally and pulsed if he should go through with his plan.

I was really quiet about it as after a while, I only smiled at him and told him I loved him and that will never change. Then I gave a very long kiss on his cheek.

He didnt need to know more then this was a hint that I was ready. It was like he already asked the question but without the actual words. And my sensitive emotional ass (typical cancer lol) got me in tears as I assured him it was just a very sweet thing what he did.

The first night we would spend at our home was the same night he proposed. Yusei wanted to come to our home as family, as future husband and wife.

He took me for dinner and boy we didnt eat much. I may even was tired from work to notice he was nervous and couldnt think why he wanted to go out after we could have dinner at our own place for the first time.

He proposed at the Neo Domino City Point View close to his former place. It has the best view to see the whole sky and all the stars in it. Also it was the same place we catched a shooting star together and even started to feel a spark between us.

There were fairy lights around the rails and just watched the starry sky. Bringing up memories and getting deeper how much we have been through together. The deeper we got, the closer we holded each other. Suddenly there was a long silence and how I never could think I would be here and spending the rest of my life living here with him.

He whispered to me that I was his home, his future and couldnt imagine he would spend the rest of his life with someone else than me. He let me go but holded my hand as he went on one knee. After some sweet lines, he asked me. The way he asked was more like a promise than a proposal. Without knowing the real intentions, I said yes. As he wanted to put the ring on the finger, he realized he forgot to put out the box out of his jacket.

We laughed at this moment. He called out I even said yes without a ring. For me to reply confused “Saying yes without a ring?”

As he then showed the box and showed the ring inside. Saying he is asking the real deal, it is a real proposal. Causing me to been overwhelmed and crying.

He asked me again, but this time he did it in Dutch. It was so fluent, it got me so off guard. For me to answer Yes! In dutch, Japanese and English. A thousand times.

[blacklynx14]

Hey anyone/everyone who sees this,

Sending warm fuzzy feelings, cranberry juice/ hot coco/ whatever you prefer and 70% dark chocolate bar cause I learned just how bitter it can taste. It was like a punch to the face, that I think I got whiplash. It's an experience and it really knocks you down to earth cause I almost landed back on my arse.

Just a reminder everyone can have their dips and doubts. Your artwork/ writing/posts are always appreciated, but so is your time. I'm a new follower for some and a long time silent viewer for others. Some of you've probably had repeated ask/ like/rebloggers. But sometimes the likes/reblogs dwindle, and it's 98% likely not on you, so please take a breather. (I think the other 2% are the troll creators who eventually/likely irk the audience to leave just to avoid toxic environments).

Think of your followers as your OG who more feel elated seeing you post ANYTHING. It means you're alive, it means you're still around, and it's a platonic love that I think people cherish even if they ever left this site. Even if I see a post I don't interact with/ reblog. I can always get a smile, maybe even a bit teary eyed if the person posting was silent on their blog for a long time.

I become relieved, grateful with the thought "This human/friend is still around. Thank the stars, I'd be crushed if I ever found out I lost them due to exterior/inner struggles they were facing.." Seeing someone I follow post when it's been weeks/months, it's like a warm hug or them giving a wave like saying "I'm here! I'm likely going through stuff because I have doubts about what I create/like, or life sure is keeping me busy! Or I'm kinda floating along and waiting for this numbness to settle... But I'm here! This little star is still shining, even if I feel dirty or dim, your night sky is just as bright still! I'm around, the light of my life is still burning bright, even if I forget how brightly I shine to others!"

..... Just, if you've read all this. Please know I'm grateful you're alive. You don't have to post, you don't have to say anything. Even I fall silent. Just know, I'm grateful you're alive and your light is still keeping my night sky adorned with your light. Trust me, there are others like me who treasure you and are grateful, that in your own unique ways, we get to see you shine.

[hazelthevixen]

Laura The Chicken (Somewhat Old Art)

This is my bird oc Laura :3 She is a light sussex hen and an old character I've had since 2017. We don't see enough chicken ocs so at the time I created her, I thought why not ^w^ It's nice to have characters of not so common species sometimes :3 I use to own chickens back when I lived in the countryside. I really like chickens, the bird, the eggs, and the meat. But I would never eat my friends ofcourse, just the eggs but that's about it really. I think one of our birds was also a light sussex like Laura is Recently my offline friend treated me to a surprise :D We went out to big town to check out some of the cool shops before going to the surprise, when we arrived, that's when I found out what the surprise was! ^-^ We went to see Wish at the cinema and I had lots of popcorn and irn bru ^w^ We both had popcorn :D My friend likes toffee popcorn while I like sweet and salty, yum! The movie was good too! I really like Star, he is actually alot funnier than Valentino who was suppose to be the funny one, but both are adorable ofcourse ^w^ I love the meaning of the movie, make sure to follow your dreams and make all your wishes come true! :D I also met an adorable tuxedo kitten on the way home, it had the cutest mews and I gave it some cuddles :3 It reminded me of Zack's cat form, who also looks alike ^w^ Anywho, please enjoy this really old art of Laura :3 This character and artwork was made all the way back in 2017, I'll maybe see about drawing her again when I have the time ^w^ For now I am hard at work on other artwork I am trying to get ready before the year ends, I've also been trying out different toy slimes and enjoying playing with them, aswell as enjoying other hobbies too like cooking, watching cartoons and anime, roleplaying with friends, and even playing Pokemon Scarlet and Violet with my good friend Wolfypoof :D We find it's easier to talk on voice call when we play games, it's fun ^w^ lol have a cute bird sneeze X3 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sTH1Sn23rIo

Please do not steal my character(s)! They belong to me, not you. Don't add offensive tags cos ya know, it's just unnecessary.. ­ ╮(╯-╰)╭ And please do not criticise! I refuse to be criticised so please accept that. Oh and don't steal any of my artwork in any sort of way. ‾ʌ‾ Pleease be nice when commenting! Yep, fanart is welcomed as I truly appreciate gifts! ≧◡≦ Feel free to check out my other works too! I work so hard but it's always fun :3 If you can't say something nice, don't say nothing at all. Thanks for checking out my works! meep meep! ヽ(◕ヮ◕)ﾉ I'm on other places too! ^-^

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[humanoidalien27]

Content warning: talking about death, regret and a nice dash of heart wrenching pain. (This is one of the darker stories I've written. So, I apologize for all the trigger warnings.)

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Chapter 12

Determination

    Starring out the window, Sebastian barely noticed Felix talking to Fig. The faces of his friends haunted his mind as your voice echoed the last thing you said to him.

"I absolutely hate you Sebastian."

His chest twisted as his fists tightened again.

"Sebastian?" Felix asked, resting a hand on his shoulder, only to be smacked off. "I know it hurts-"

"Hurts?" He asked sharply, now glaring at Felix, eyes so close to yours it only added to it. "If I had blocked that spell instead of dodging it, they'd be alive. Their deaths are my fault."

Felix watched his face crumble as he glanced at Fig, who looked helplessly at his former student.

"She died hating me!"

Felix sighed softly, knowing what he was about to say wasn't going to help, but it needed to be said. "It seems the killing curse doesn't kill as painlessly as you thought, does it?"

Sebastian practically fell to the table, his fingers digging into his scalp.

"That is the price of using dark magic. You get hurt, the people you care about get hurt. She and Ominis cared for you-"

"They hated me."

Felix gave a slight smile. "You don't put your back to someone you can't trust. Their backs were to you."

Felix startled as Sebastian began to sob. "I didn't know. I didn't know they were there."

Moving close, he carefully pulled the teenager into an awkward side hug, his own emotions spilling out onto his cheeks.

    That night, Sebastian snapped his wand in half. A silent way of telling himself never to touch or defend those spells ever again.

He didn't want to be tied to it or reminded of it.

Sitting still for a moment before his eyes fell onto your bag, the place he stowed yours and Ominis's wands.

He pulled it closer and reached inside, finding more than he bargained for.

He, instead of a wand, pulled out a box that was wrapped in green paper with a silver bow.

Curious, he turned it over, seeing his name written on it was his birthday.

Felix's words about you carrying about him filtered through as he opened it.

Inside was a book filled with painted artwork on enchanted canvases. The first two had you, Anne and Ominis, though it didn't speak. The enchantment was just to make them move.

The next page had Poppy and Natsai. As he continued, it slowly progressed into the teachers and finally random ones of her and Ominis. The last page had him, back in the fifth year.

He glared at the bright smile on his painted self's face.

He shut the book, before reaching in again, finding another present. This time he assumed it was a Christmas present. It was a book of ancient curses, with a page bookmarked, so he opened it, seeing a note slipped inside saying it was Anne's curse cure.

You had found it a few weeks after she had died and forgot about the note when you put it in the box.

The next thing to come out of the bag was a letter written to him.

      -I know you'll never see these, but I can't help myself. Being your friend hasn't been easy and loving you, even harder. I think I've just gotten used you not being around, which seems worse in a way. Ominis is helping, though I sense he knows I'm lying half the time and is too polite to point it out. The truth is that it's been months and I can't stop these feelings for you. A part of me wants to wish them away, but they're all I have left of you. The only thing that I feel tethers me to you. I wish I could go back to that day we dueled and change the way everything went afterwards. I wonder if you felt the same or if this is just a silly dream of mine. I'll never be able to tell you to your face, not after everything, but I love you Sebastian. I never stopped and I miss you deeply.-

   He quickly wiped the droplets that splashed down, away before it smeared the ink as his eyes moved to the date seeing you wrote this a week before visiting Azkaban.

Breaking down, he had to stop digging and went to bed, or at least pretended to.

    Felix accio-ed the wands from the bag, but Fig's and Miriam's came with them.

"Who's are these?" Felix asked.

"She kept my wand?" Fig asked surprised.

Sebastian nodded and showed Miriam's. "Both of yours."

He stared at the wands, each belong to a wizard who died before their time.

Felix watched Sebastian grab your wand and stow it in place of his own.

"What happened to yours?"

"I broke it."

He nodded and moved to grab a box from behind the table. "Here. I'm giving these to you. Do with them what you will. I'm going on a very long trip." He placed it down and grabbed his bag. "I need to get my mind off things."

Before Sebastian could reply, Felix turned into his animagus form and flew out the open window.

Staring at the paper, which read about the Minister's downfall, Sebastian felt more alone than he ever did in his cell.

"I'm sorry," he whispered to nobody as he laid his head down on the table.

    By the time he woke up, it was dark out and the house was way too quiet. His eyes moved to the parcel, he pulled it close and carefully opened it seeing a necklace on a letter floating in the middle of the box.

He reached in and grabbed it, his fingers brushing against something soft.

He pinched the air, finding cloth and pulled it free from the box revealing an invisibility cloak.

He draped it over his lap and pulled the letter free from the necklace.

    -I know you regret many things that's happened and though I know I shouldn't, I'm giving you that chance to change it all. But remember that worse things can happen as well as it changing for good. Messing around with time is always dangerous. It's your choice.

Do take care of my cloak, it's been in my family for generations. The necklace is a time turner, I'm sure you've read all about them and know how to work them. The turner does not have the ministry restrictions on it, I won't get into why I have it, but do take care not to be seen by your past self unless in disguise.

If you decide to live this life the way it is, simply leave both in the box and it will apperate to me. Good luck Sebastian.-

Blinking, he took to time turner out and inspected it.

He had infact read about these items before, but he was doubting if he was even able to save people. All he's seemed to ever do, was get them killed.

"Living a life of regret isn't easy," Fig said, drawing his eyes. "When I lost Miriam, a part of me died with her. By the look on your face, it was the same with her."

Sebastian nodded slowly, though he missed Anne and Ominis just as much.

"I know that somewhere, they wouldn't want you to do this-"

A smile creeped up on his lips. "When was I ever able turned away by someone not wanting me to do something?"

"That was also your downfall," Fig added quickly.

"But it won't be my younger self's habit. Not if I managed to change certain things."

Picking up the cloak and the necklace, he headed towards the bedroom to grab a few things he may need as determination burned brightly in his eyes.

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[beneaththetangles]

Cats in palaces, witches in boarding school, human heroes in the demon realm…it seems that our reviews this week feature plenty of protagonists dropped in unlikely places, and that’s not even considering a shy superhero (SHY) and an isekai’d hero (Konosuba) in two other volumes. But what should you expect from these stories of unexpected encounters and adventures? Dive in below to find out!

Dandadan (Vol. 2) • Helck (Vol. 1) • Konosuba: God’s Blessing on This Wonderful World! Memorial Fan Book • Kowloon Generic Romance (Vol. 1) • My Gently Raised Beast (Vol. 1) • Secrets of the Silent Witch (Vol. 2) • SHY (Vol. 1)

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SHY, Manga Vol. 1

Superheroes suddenly manifest all across the planet! Each nation has its own! Britain’s is a Bowie-Bono-esque rock star; America’s, a classic clean-cut lycra-donning costumed hero; Russia’s, a drunken voluptuous nee-san type; and Japan’s…a diminutive middle-schooler terrified of her own shadow? Ah yes, the trials and tribulations of being a shy hero! The premise may be simple, but this opening volume is so full of energy and defining character moments—not to mention ridiculously rich artwork—that it’s a strong start to what promises to be a solid superhero comedy-action-drama with plenty of character growth and interesting dynamics between the cast. The pacing is fantastic, with Teru Momijiyama (aka Shy) experiencing an entire emotional arc in this volume alone. It feels neither rushed nor cursory, but instead allows the MC to process a traumatic incident step by step—poorly at first, but ultimately stronger and better connected to community (both heroic and civilian) by the end. With more action than gags, Shy is nevertheless a delightful read in the vein of Bocchi the Rock, reveling in the superpower that is in-kya. Introverts of the world, take heart! ~ claire

SHY is published by Yen Press. Also, an anime has been announced, yippee!

Helck, Manga Vol. 1

After the great demon lord was defeated by a human hero, the Demon Realm decided to hold a tournament to find his replacement. And one competitor is proving himself far stronger than all others. The only problem? He’s a human, too. Thus begins a fantasy adventure centered on the titular hero and Vermilion, the Elite Demon Lord who is overseeing the tournament and concerned about this OP human. Volume one was an unexpected and delightful read for me, full of humor (typically in the form of OP jokes but with some tsundere laughs thrown in) and mystery, as well. Is Helck really trying to help the demons? Is he as good-natured as he appears to be? Who are the true enemies in this story—is it the humans? The human hero? Another entity? It’s certainly not the demons, who prove themselves to be kind and humble, both the ordinary ones and the strong characters at the heart of the story, the latter of which are easy to love and root for. These pages end on a cliffhanger, but I was already sold enough on the laughs, characterization, and mystery to return for volume two to see how this well-crafted tale continues to transpire. ~ @animepopheart​

Helck is published by VIZ Media. Volume one releases on January 10th.

Konosuba: God’s Blessing on This Wonderful World! Memorial Fan Book

Just prior to Konosuba’s final volume being released in Japan, Kadokawa published this fan book to celebrate the series. It’s similar to other compendiums developed as companions to beloved series, though I wonder if the audience for this one is too narrow. While such works are often fun to read because of the fascinating worldbuilding that goes into those franchises, the Konosuba Memorial Fan Book isn’t sustained by quite enough depth to be engaging. With a multitude of character profiles, lots of illustrations, and setting pages that remind me of elementary school projects to create a fun profile for a locale one is studying, the book is a good resource for the franchise and more fun than a Wiki, but it doesn’t provide a whole lot more than a good Wiki would. The most notable exceptions are a humorous and insightful back-and-forth interview between the series writer and light novel illustrator, and guest illustrations at the front of the book from other well-known illustrators. Neither of these elements would be enough for a beginner to the series like myself to purchase it, however, and I think all but the most ardent of Konosuba fans would probably feel the same.~ @animepopheart​

Konosuba God’s Blessing on This Wonderful World! Memorial Fan Book is published by Yen Press.

Kowloon Generic Romance, Manga Vol. 2

Kowloon is nostalgia. Nostalgia is love. These are two of the very few rules that are established in a world where none of us, much less high-rise realtor and protagonist Kujirai, really know what’s going on. The mystery of what the floating cube floating over Kowloon is (think Ramiel in Evangelion), and why Kujirai has changed personality, only expands in volume two. Right from the opening chapter, we get a glimpse into her “original” personality in a flashback, while the outer mysteries, presumably connected to her own, grow as the manga progresses and a possible villain is introduced. These mystery and sci-fi elements set against the background of a crowded Chinese city based on the real Kowloon are what’s most intriguing about the series; but it’s also carried by a generally light and humorous tone, punctuated by optimistic characters and the fun dynamic between Kujirai and her crush/senpai-cum-former fiancee/kohai. This series is addicting, and it’s just getting started. On a side note, it comes shrink-wrapped and with a warning about adult content—thus far, though, there’s no more of it than in any usual young adult manga. ~ @animepopheart​

Kowloon Generic Romance is published by Yen Press. Based on only this release and the previous one, it made our honorable mention list of Best of 2022 Manga!

My Gently Raised Beast, Manga Vol. 1

Do not be fooled by the soft cover art and gentle pastel color scheme, my friends. This one starts with a great deal of peril! And from the frying pan into the fire, as the saying goes, when our plucky protagonist, eleven-year-old orphan Blondina, seeks to break free from her abuser and ends up…in the palace? Turns out she’s the illegitimate daughter of the Emperor, who takes her in, not out of any affection but for some other, as yet unidentified reason—though you can be sure it is nefarious. Sure, Blondina may now be a princess, but she’s surrounded by nasty elites every which way she turns. But never fear, for in chapter two, she comes across a very cute cat! It’s important to have allies in life. And cuteness. Especially the furry kind. But wait, since when could cats talk? Turns out that Amon is not actually a cat, but rather an as-yet half-grown fearsome mystical beast that can transform into a cute nine-year-old…boy? Cue the romance, though please wait until after the time skip (which is coming in the next volume) because eleven and nine are a bit young for that sort of thing. Plenteous boops ensue: paw boops, nose boops, all the boops. And some pretty expressive tail thrashing too. But what really carries this volume is not so much the cute cat action as Blondina herself: she excels at the tastefully suave putdown and has a surprisingly cunning streak that rises to the fore when interacting with her cruel half-siblings. She may frequently don raiments of purplish blue, but a shrinking violet she is not! Yet neither is she inhumanly fearless. Instead, Blondina quite sensibly becomes frightened in terrible situations, while remaining a grounded, savvy young girl with a strong sense of fun and easy affection despite her tragic back story. In short, she offers a fresh twist on the “clever heroine amid scheming royals” genre, a staple of Webtoons (of which this is one). The pacing is likewise excellent, with plenty of character development and worldbuilding gracing this volume, in addition to a steady plot. Altogether, this is a delightful first volume, and the glossy color printing makes it all the more appealing. ~ claire

My Gently Raised Beast is published by Ize Press, an imprint of Yen Press.

Dandadan, Manga Vol. 2

Dandadan ditches the most memorable elements from volume one—heavy fanservice focusing on heroine Momo and penis jokes at hero Okarun’s expense—in favor of building out the relationship between the protagonists and moving on to the next story in the series about supernatural curses and sex-crazed aliens. It’s a good move, because volume one was gross, using those transfixing elements to cover up for weaknesses that admittedly remain in these chapters (the most obvious of which is how the action jumps too quickly from panel to panel at times, leading me to occasionally flip back and forth and wonder if I’d missed a page along the way). Having toned down some (the sex jokes are still there a bit), Dandadan turns toward the story, concluding the turbo granny piece, bringing in a new (old) sassy character, and starting a love triangle, while also continuing the budding if totally wish-fulfilling romance between the leads. Still, this is a stronger volume than the first and almost has me interested in reading more. Almost. Because of its weaknesses and tendency to rely wholly on the action and a cute lead, it’s still not particularly compelling for readers like me and probably most others who aren’t teenage boys. ~ @animepopheart​

Dandadan is published by VIZ Media. Volume two releases on January 10th.

READ: Dandadan Vol. 1 Review

Secrets of the Silent Witch, Light Novel Vol. 2

Two volumes in and Secrets of the Silent Witch is shaping up to be one of the most satisfying light novel series I’ve read. The setup isn’t anything extraordinary—Monica, a powerful and genius mage, infiltrates a school to protect a prince (and student council president), though her incredible power is countered by her extreme shyness. However, volume two demonstrates how the series delivers so perfectly on this premise. Monica’s assignment continues to challenge her, especially her new position on the student council, which lead to new friendships and other interactions that push her to grow in endearing ways. The romance is cute but not too saccharine. The humor is pleasant and frequent, the story steady and believable, the mystery tightly woven and thoughtful. And the action is a pump-your-fist kind of exciting, much like the conclusion to volume one but even better. I was only left wondering where the evil behind the veil in volume one went, and how much it was connected to the antagonists in this book. But even without that answered, I’m wholly entranced by Secrets of the Silent Witch and eager for more and more to be revealed. ~ @animepopheart​

Secrets of the Silent Witch is published by Yen Press. Based only on this release and the previous one, it made our list of Best 2022 Light Novels!

READ: Secrets of the Silent Witch Vol. 1 Review

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