#maybe only for super finished polished pieces

[ria-starstruck]

ik i post a lot of hollow knight art (and will be continuing to do so for the foreseeable future) but both my queue and my hollow knight art are not infinite, and i happen to have a lot of old art for genshin impact, botw, old original art (not just bug god ocs, I have other fellas as well), craft stuff (embroidery, jewelry), and maybe some other stuff (i do not remember)

so basically if anyone following wants to see anything listed specifically, lmk, it’d give me a direction of what to add to my queue next!

[heyhilana]

Let Me Please You (Din Djarin)

Summary: A couple of weeks after your night with Din, you're feeling a little needy as you want to see if he's willing to have another lesson with you. But a confession leads to more tangling in the sheets and a new label to your partnership that you didn't see coming.

A/N: Hi! This is part two of Take it Slow since I loved how that turned out, and I couldn't leave it alone. I had fun writing this since this is a new take on Din as I've always envisioned him to be more dominant, and this is a take on a submissive din without it going too far for his first time. But nevertheless, this has been super fun to work on, and I hope you enjoy 💙

Pairing: helmetless!Din x !f reader (Reader is a little dominant but not overbearing).

Warnings: Choking, oral (f receiving), reader and Din switch here and there, Din also bares it all since he's in love so we get helmetless Din <3! but all in all, Din is in for the ride of his life and these lovebirds get their shit together LMAO

Word Count: 3.8K (look so much shorter omg)

Part one | Masterlist

“Din, where’s my datapad?” You were trying to do a quick inventory before you took off from Navarro, knowing that the next bounty was attempting to flee as fast as possible, as everyone wanted a piece of the high number of credits at stake.

“The last I saw it, it was in your cot.” Din called out as he was polishing his blaster, sitting on one of the boxes with his legs spread apart. You took a deep breath, seeing that same position that he was in back when you were visiting Boba and Fennec and when things in your arrangement together took a turn.

Although it had been two weeks, three days, and two hours since that passed, not that you were tracking it, of course, you weren’t sure what you guys were doing. Din cuddled with you that night before he turned over to sleep. He was sweet and even more attentive to you these past few days, striking up conversations that would usually fall on deaf ears as he was so focused on the job. But there was never a point where you guys brought that up. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to talk about it. Hell, it was all that crossed your mind hourly because you wanted to know if there would be more or if this would be a thing of the past. But you didn’t want to share your curious thoughts if things would go awry, that maybe it would be too much to say, and he was not ready to talk about it. So you opted to avert your eyes and go to your cot, seeing that the datapad was where he said it was.

“It was here, Din. Thank you.” You were logging your credentials in and walking back over to the storage area to continue your inventory.

“Anytime, cyari'ka.” That low voice coming from the modulator made your knees buckle slightly. You hadn’t heard that since that night, and hearing it in passing talks would surely make your brain mush. You tapped away with logging the numbers in, noting that when you arrived at your destination, you would have to get more supplies after the bounty was caught. Din finished polishing his blaster and got up to walk over to you.

“Y/N, we need to talk.” His voice rang through your ears, a slight lump in your throat growing as he stood over you, his stature giving you reason to lust over him.

“About that night?” You put the datapad down, giving him your full attention. 

“Yes. I enjoyed it, but-“ You shushed Din before he could continue, letting your fears get the best of you. 

“We can put it in the past if you want. It won’t interfere with our partnership and we can go back to the way we were.” You were firm, but the waver in your voice at the end was undeniable.

“No, that’s not what I want. I enjoy…this,” Din used his hand to gesture between himself and you. “I enjoy talking to you, spending time, getting to know you better. I don’t want to lose that. A-And I want to do it again. It’s been all I’ve been able to focus on since it happened, but only if you’re willing. I can put this in the past if you want to.” There was something about how his head bowed down to you, a simple gesture yet igniting a flame that had been burning in the pit of your stomach since that night. That flame gave you the courage to grab his hands and lead you to your cot, your core beginning to ache with desire. 

“I’ve been wanting to do that again with you since it ended the first time, but I wanted it to be on your time.” You let go of his hands and sat down on the cot, moving back so that you could give him some room.

“Please. I need that…I need you.” He paused for a minute, the little confession sitting on the tip of his tongue, and once it was out in the air, your eyes widened. The man of few words expressed his need, his need of you, when before you never believed this would happen. But when you finally processed it and saw that he was getting into the cot with you, you began to spread your legs, moving his way up so that he was face to face with you, the t-visor giving you a slight glimmer of his cedar eyes that you enjoyed having on you.

“Such a good boy. Do you want to turn off the lights?” You were removing his armor as he had taught you how to do if he was injured, just getting the shoulder pads off as his hands moved up to his helmet.

“No. I want you to watch me and I need to watch you.” He was feverish now, the hiss from him taking off his helmet sending shivers down to your core. And once he was all in your gaze, tousled hair, pleading eyes, the way his plump lips were so close to yours now, and most of all, the way his hands were trailing down to take off the rest of his armor, meaning that you could touch, graze, learn all the pressure points that could make him a whimpering mess for you, you were a goner. 

“You want to be praised then, don’t you?” Your voice was dropping to one that commanded more attention as you unbuttoned your shirt, the exposed skin making his breath hitch as he pulled off his chest plate. “You need to be told how much of a good boy you are, how you can make me cum so long as you don’t stop. It’s one thing to get praised out there, but here, I think that’s how I’ll get to you.” You pulled off your shirt and threw it outside the cot just as he carefully placed his armor outside.

“What are you doing to me?” He reached his way back to you, lips gently grazing yours. You didn’t say anything, just kissing him finally, hands tangling in his hair as you pulled him close. He moaned into the kiss, his hands going around your waist to draw you in. You were biting his lip, and his hands went up your back to unclasp your upper garment. He successfully unclasped it, and you pulled away from him to free your arms from the garment, much to his adoration as he was eyeing you. You began kissing again as the garment was discarded somewhere else, and he started pulling at your pants.

“Need these off you,” Din mumbled against your lips. You lifted your hips for him to take them off you, and by his haste and roughness with taking off both your pants and undergarments, you knew Din was no longer nervous about doing this with you. 

Din knew he didn’t want to relinquish his desire for you. Inexperienced or not, once was not enough with you. There had to be more, as his hand was insufficient in quelling his newfound thoughts of you after the night you shared. When he would rub his thumb over the tip, he would think about how it would feel to swipe your tongue around it. The tight fist he would make would send his mind into a frenzy about how tight you had to be, a perfect fit. How he would explode on his lower belly would not be enough as he wanted to line your walls with his thick ropes of cum. Din needed you to replace his hand with your hand, mouth, and dripping pussy. He needed to find himself buried deep into your core while you milked him dry. Nothing would satisfy his hunger for you until he had you exactly where you were right now.

The cold air from the ship hit your core, but you fought against the urge to close up by spreading your legs apart. You were bare before him, and Din took his pants and undergarments off just as fast as he took off yours, earning a smile from you as you enjoyed seeing how turned on he was.

“There’s no rush. I’m all yours.” You reminded him, yet your stomach sank when you realized what you said at the end. You worried it was too much, too forward for only the second time you shared with him. But it didn’t faze Din at all. Instead, he kissed you again with more passion, shushing all your worries in a mere moment. Din moved away from your lips to your jaw, kissing your line until he reached the juncture of your jaw and neck, kissing down from there until he elicited a sharp gasp from you.

“Seems like I found your sweet spot.” He teased before sucking on your sweet spot.

“Shut up.” You moved your hands up to his hair, tugging at the loose curls at the nape of his neck. He bit your neck in response, which was a new sensation as you didn’t think a love bite would feel good.

Din lifted his head to look at you. “I’m sorry.” 

“Hey, it’s okay. It was new, but I liked it a lot, actually.” You admitted bashfully.

“Yeah? So I can kiss, suck, and bite all over your body then?” He asked, lowering his head again to kiss your collarbone.

“Yes,” You breathed out.

“Because you’re all mine.”

Din was not possessive with anything or anyone in the past, but knowing that he could mark you because it made you feel good turned him on more than he could admit to himself or you. It was a primal instinct that was not unlocked until you came along, finding himself longing to be around you as much as possible, to tangle himself in the cot with you. His mind was wired onto you, allowing himself to explore with you when he wouldn’t dare think about doing this with you before that night. But now, his cock was dripping with precum as he saw how pretty your skin looked with hickeys and love bites, the way your nipples were prominent, your stretch marks and scars that told stories that made you who you are, your hips dips and thighs that he wanted to touch, and, most importantly, your sweet core that was between your thighs that Din would not be able to get enough of once he was inside you. 

You parted your thighs for him to see your core, and Din’s eyes darkened when he saw what all his kissing, licking, and biting did to you. Your folds glistened with how wet you were, prompting Din to take a finger and slip it between them, gathering as much as he could of your wetness. You rolled your hips when his fingertip brushed against your clit, making you throb when he took his finger to his lips to taste you. You could see how your wetness coated the top of his finger, reminiscent of how your fingers looked when you thought of him. 

“I love the way you taste.” He said as he pulled his finger away from his lips and put it between your folds again. You moved your hand down to glide his finger up to your clit, moving it to rub circles on your spot. He watched, seeing what you wanted from him before taking over, allowing you to melt into his touch.

“Just like that, baby. You’re doing so good for me.” Your head moved back onto the cot as Din rubbed your clit faster.

“You’re so wet, cyar'ika. Gar're bid mesh'la guuror ibic.” Din muttered the last part to himself as he did think you were beautiful like this and in every way he saw you. A man with few words yet stayed keen on observing the world around him, you encompassed all his thoughts. From how you fought valiantly in battle, your relaxed state on the ship, to how you laid before him, his observations of you led to where you two were now, with Din wanting to observe, learn, care, and tend to you as he was now.

“D-Din, I need you to try something.” You moved your head up to look at him.

“What is it?” 

“I want you to watch me finger myself and then finger me.” 

Din nodded, and you laid your head back down, one hand moving south to your folds and your other hand moving north to touch your breast. You dipped your fingers between your folds and teased your hole, gathering your slick to push in comfortably. You could feel his eyes on you, and Din stripped as bare as you were as the clothes made him too hot. Once bare, he instinctively grabbed his dick to stroke while he watched you. You pushed your fingers in, inhaling a sharp breath while Din spat on the tip of his dick. As he rubbed the tip to tease himself, you pumped your fingers in and out, curling just enough to hit your sweet spot and letting out a moan deep in your belly.

“Feels good, mesh’la? Feels good to touch yourself and have me watch, knowing that I’m stroking to you.” Din leaned back, stroking faster, squeezing the tip to make him hiss while he thought about how you would squeeze around him.

“Yes, it does! I need you to do this to me, please.” You couldn’t help but switch between wanting to dominate him and submit to him, knowing that once he learned your body, it would be nothing short of you being a mess for him, but it also turned you on to know that you could take control and make him beg for you.

“Let me, baby. Please let me do it.” 

And there it was. The begging. Begging to touch you, feel you, submit to you. Din unlocked your deepest desires that you didn’t want to admit yourself, but they came out in the forefront when you heard the slightest whimper or begging from him. It was impossible to ignore, and your need to lean into it beginning to grow stronger. 

“You wanna replace my fingers with yours? Think you can make me cum from fingering me now?” You teased, pulling your fingers out to bring them to your lips. 

“I know I will.” Din’s confidence was growing, but you knew you had him right where you wanted him when you sucked on your soaked fingers, twirling your tongue around them to tease him. Din groaned, desperately wanting to know what it felt like to have your lips and tongue around the tip, shaft, and base. Those thoughts forced him to stop stroking as he almost came just as you pulled your fingers out. 

“Since you’re so sure of it,” You began, watching him lean down to put his face between your legs, two fingers pressed against your hole. “Make me cum right now.”

Din didn’t waste any time after you said those words, pushing his fingers in and licking a strip up the slit. By the first taste, he was hooked, gathering as much as he could of your wetness because you were sweet on his tongue. He got lost in your taste as he pumped his fingers slowly, feeling how his fingers were stretching you out. It felt amazing, but your hand gripped his hair to tug, gathering his attention.

“I need you to suck on my clit, baby.” You asked.

Din was quick to do so, and in turn, you rolled your hips as it sent sensations all through your body. Din never pulled away the more you fucked his face, letting his scuff get drenched because he wanted the constant reminder of what you both shared on his face, lips, hands and all over his throbbing cock.

But he couldn’t help but tease you for what you said earlier, prompting him to lift his head for a moment. “Still don’t think I can make you cum?” 

“N-no, I know you can.” You admitted, and that was all he needed to give you his all, to show you that he would stop at nothing to make you cum harder than before, repeatedly so. Din hummed as he knew he was proving himself to you, but he didn’t realize how much that would affect you when your legs began to shake. The fingering, sucking, licking, and now humming proved to be an insurmountable pleasure that left you teetering over the edge.

“D-Din, I’m really close.” You eked out, and before he could respond, you were coming undone before him. It was all too fast, surprising you yet bringing you eternal bliss as he fingered you through it. Din loved how your walls fluttered around him as if you were trying to keep them inside you so you could stay so full. And full you felt along with the way you felt you were floating on air, letting you stall your movements as you came down slowly.

Din waited until your breathing wasn’t as labored to pull his fingers out, bringing them to his lips to taste. He sucked them clean, savoring everything as your cum was just as good as your wetness, if not better. But in Din’s mind, everything seemed to be better than the last as he explored more with you.

“You came back down to Navarro?” Din joked, and you sat up to playfully swat his hand.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re not gonna let me live that down?” 

“Never.” Din replied, the smirk planted on his face making you shake your head.

“I’ll accept that, but I’ll give you something else that I can use against you.” You responded, and Din tilted his head.

“Like what?” He asked, and if there was ever a moment where curiosity killed the cat, it was now, as he had no clue what was in store for him.

“I’ll show you if you swap positions with me.” Your smile screamed innocence, but Din could see the playful aura in your eyes that let him know that whatever you had planned was beyond his imagination. 

“And to think I thought you were as innocent as I was.” Din admitted while switching positions with you. 

“Well you’re not so innocent as you claim to be, and I never said I didn’t have a few tricks up my sleeve.” You countered, and Din had nothing more to say once you straddled him, the feeling of his cock slipping in between your folds taking up all his thoughts.

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” You teased, rolling your hips on his cock to make him suck in a breath.

“Should’ve known you would’ve teased me again.” Din was tensing up, not wanting to cum just from you rolling your hips.

You leaned down, your face hovering over this. “Oh, this is just the beginning.” 

You leaned back up to grab his cock, positioning it right at your hole before sinking down slowly, taking your sweet time in feeling every vein, curve, and stretch that proved to be beyond your fantasies.

“Mesh’la, you feel perfect.” Din’s eyes were screwed shut, trying to hold it together until he felt himself bottom out inside you.

“You feel so much better, I promise.” You rose up again just as slowly before coming down a little faster. It was hard to not go fast right away, wanting to give him time to adjust to this new feeling without pushing him, but so far. But he proved you wrong when his hands snaked up to your hips, wanting you to move up and down faster than before.

“Please, give me more. Ni copad an be gar.”

You placed your hands on his chest, getting enough stability to start bouncing up and down on his cock faster, finally giving in to both of your desires. The curve of his cock was perfect against the way you rolled your hips every now and then, igniting newfound pleasure that prompted him to thrust up into you. 

“Mhm, you’re so needy. So needy for me, and I love t-that.” 

You caught yourself. That damned phrase almost slipped from your lips if you didn’t recognize what you were doing. But thankfully, Din didn’t seem to notice that, with his eyes finally opened and more focused on how your breasts bounced with each thrust.

“I need every inch of you.”

Despite the pleasure coursing through him, his seriousness was undeniable, unmistakable. It allowed you the blissful ignorance to disregard your almost slip-up. It gave you the freedom to let your deepest desires unfold right before his eyes as your hand went right for his neck, squeezing gently as you sunk down onto him again. 

“Is this what you wanted? You want me to ride you and take complete control over you?” You cooed, and seeing how his eyes rolled back made you move your hips.

“Y-yes, cyar'ika, yes.” His voice quivered, drifting into whimpering territory.

“Was that a whimper?” You teased.

“N-No.” Din lied.

“Oh, that definitely was, and the one before that was one too. Which means that you’re close to cumming, aren’t you?” You tilted your head, and Din knew he couldn’t run from his impending orgasm for much more. But Din couldn’t speak as his sounds were whimpers and grunts as he lost control the more you rode him.

“That’s not good enough, baby. Answer me.” You squeezed again along with fluttering around his cock, the mix of pleasure making his thrusts less precise.

“Y-yes, I’m close.” Din answered. You moved your hand away from his throat to keep your balance.

“Good boy,” You leaned down to kiss him briefly before lifting up to go near his ear. “Now cum inside me, Din. Show me how badly you want to make me yours.”

Din thrusted one last time before he came. His grip on your hips became a vice, wanting every single drop to spill inside you. And while you wouldn’t say it out loud, you were irrevocably his long before today. The slow burn inside you burned for days, weeks, and months, even before that fruitful night and this night now. It stoked into an untamable flame for that night before suffusing into a wildfire, where you knew this was exactly where you wanted to be. 

And while this was risky, with all your calculations of this uncharted area between you two being unable to decide if this was worth it to nurture and explore, there was a moment shared between you two when you lifted your head. Your head rested on his, noses touching, labored breathing, skin to skin, and there was nothing more that you wanted than to have this. It felt perfect, feeling like home.

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum.”

Din broke the silence with a phrase that, although you couldn’t understand, you knew what he meant. It transcended the language barrier; you knew why he said it in Mando’a. It felt personal, real. You felt the courage rise in you as baring your heart on your sleeve didn’t seem as fearful as before.

“I love you too.” 

-

Translations

Cyar'ika - Darling, sweetheart

Mesh’la - Beautiful

Gar're bid mesh'la guuror ibic - You’re so pretty like this

Ni copad an be gar - I want all of you

Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum - I love you

[mamayan]

★MERUEM X KOMUGI☆

Meruem x Komugi Drabble

Author’s Note: I just love these two and need to cleanse myself of some filth I happened to read by accident. This is purely fluff and softness. I’m setting these two up in a scenario of them both living in the end instead of perishing. Meruem takes Komugi somewhere far away and the two safely begin a small life of just enjoying Gungi and each other’s presence.

Synopsis: Meruem has been learning more of the psychology of humans lately, in hopes of finally defeating his small Gungi partner and reigning champion Komugi. Several years have passed, and little luck on his end, despite the numerous hours of play between the two- and even others in the rare moments of boredom and seeking of new challenge. Meruem’s thirst for knowledge is unparalleled, even reading while playing. Today, an odd new book makes it’s way into his hands. Something titled: “How to make a woman happy”.

Warnings: Slight mention of death/murder, mainly SFW but lightly NSFW towards the end Edit: This turned into straight porn, my bad!٩( ᐛ )و SUPER NSFW, but not dark, just fluffy dirty porn & Meruem’s monster- I won’t finish that;)

“Rook to 3-3-1”

“Duke to 1-4-2”

“New knight to 7-1-2. Checkmate, Your Majesty-… I-I mean, I meant M-Meruem! Meruem!” He hadn’t meant to release any of his aura, but it seems she felt some of it as she flitted about in a panic. Her small soft palms open and facing out in a show of submission and defensiveness. His eyes tracked her movements while lightly appraising her, before flicking back down towards their current game.

He’d been distracted, which was odd enough, but the book held in his right hand was even odder. Her quick and vicious checkmate didn’t irritate him, but the usage of his title and not his name did. If there was anyone worthy of saying his name without title or honorifics, it was her. His weak little human female, incapable of physically doing any harm to him, but with a brilliant mind that destroyed all expectations. She claimed to be useless at anything but Gungi, but these last few years in her company has proved otherwise.

She’s a brilliant strategist, her memory and application unparalleled. It was certainly an amusing mixture, but teaching her and learning alongside her, filled the time they weren’t playing their favorite game together. “I resign”, his left hand lightly mixed the pieces in the board. Komugi swiftly went to fixing the board, the polished and beautiful wooden set a recent gift from him that she highly favored. He’d even caught her just rubbing her cheek on it, though he presumed it meant she liked it, which brought him great satisfaction.

His reactions to her were becoming even more strange.

The book in his hand was only on the first chapter, but he felt a strange urge to not read it. The urge was fought and won by his will to consume, and since it wasn’t humans anymore, it would be knowledge. His eyes flicked back to the pages, watching from his peripheral Komugi setting up a new match.

How to make a woman happy for dummies!

He frowned at the insult thrown out towards the author’s audience. Though, he presumed maybe those reading this were fools. Himself clearly not included, as it couldn’t be so difficult to make a female happy. His lips quirked up into a small smile as he watched his own female hum and smile as she works on the board. Clearly he was a superior male, looking after her health and happiness.

A little extra knowledge on human female care wouldn’t be harmful though.

Women love gifts! Shower her with presents and things she enjoys!

Meruem smirked, eyeing their Gungi room in their home. Though Komugi couldn’t enjoy the sight of the all the beautiful things he brings to her, the thought and use of them did. His newest gift to her currently being lavished with care and attention.

Tell her how you feel! Women love being called pretty, attractive, beautiful, cute, and smart!

Meruem contemplated for a moment, this was something he did find rather difficult. He certainly was always honest with her, but when he called her vile for snoring loudly or foolish for crying at something useless, was he not caring for her properly? He glanced at her again. Her head cold was no longer an issue, not with his care and guidance for her health. She’d been severely malnourished when he’d taken her, so these last few years were dedicated to fixing her health. Helping her get more nourishment, gaining weight, sleeping properly, dressing warmer.

“Komugi, your improved health satisfies me.” His words seemed to startle her, her hands freezing as she gasps for air for a moment. He’s come to realize this is merely a personality influenced reaction instead of poor health.

“Your- I-I mean Meruem, I’m not worthy of your praise! T-thank you so very much! For you to tell someone so useless like me that anything I do is s-satisfying is a huge honor!” Her habit of rambling had become something endearing to him as of late, his lips curling as he checked off a metal list in his mind of care he provides for her. He’d given her the highest compliment of being attractive, health a vital sign of fertility.

Get physical if she allows it! Women love to cuddle and be held!

Meruem frowned in thought at this one. This book has little to no evidence or studies to back this information up. It hardly occurred to him this wasn’t a scientific book which he usually chooses… but a romance.

He ponders in his mind for a bit, before deciding it’s not a bad idea to gain experience in holding her. He’s much stronger physically, even without using a hint of aura. He admits he’s mildly fearful of harming her by accident, hence his hesitation in initiating much contact. Holding her hand has become a common form they share, easy to not forget himself and accidentally hurt her.

“Komugi, come here” She had just set up the board, the pieces perfectly in order for their next battle. Her eyes were opened, their paleness more akin to gems than physical organs in his opinion. She made a slightly confused expression but didn’t argue as she stood and closed the distance between them.

“Hah!” Her soft cry of shock and surprise went ignored as Meruem dragged her into his lap. Her softness so evident and obvious when in contrast to his hardness and very inhuman skin. She gulped, appearing mildly nervous with deeply reddened cheeks.

“M-M-Meruem-sama! L-lap! I-I…”

“Shut up.” His words had her lips snapping shut, though he found the way she lightly trembled in embarrassment amusing. He shifted her so she was pressed against his front, her legs forced to wrap around his waist as his eyes drifted back to the book.

“…”

He could feel her need to speak more than anything. He chose to ignore it.

Feed her sweets! Women just love them!

He felt even more perplexed. He certainly was not inclined to ever cook, preferring to mostly just order food to their home for the convenience and satisfaction of Komugi (he prefers to forget the time he did make her food once, and it was so awful it made her sick and worried him senseless). He did recently have a box of sweets delivered, though he’d read too much was bad for human health, so he’d planned on giving her some later rather than now…

But if it was good for her psychological health, what was the harm?

He stood with a startled Komugi still in his arms, his free hand wrapped under her butt to hold her up against him. He set the book down, and moved towards the dining area Komugi used. The box of sweets on the table was untouched, Komugi never requesting food or anything specific left him having her try a variety of things and having to carefully analyze her expressions. Opening it up, he chose a small chocolate since he was aware she liked it.

“Open.” His command had her mouth automatically opening, in which he placed the sweet in her small open mouth cautiously. In his analysis, he forgot to remove his finger from her mouth when he commanded again. “Eat.”

This caused two things to happen, he realized.

One, it turned her redder than he’d ever seen. It was nearly worrisome. The second, her small mouth closing on his finger and the feeling of her warm wet tongue sent a strange sensation through him. He wasn’t entirely sure what it was though, as he pulling his finger from her mouth and tried to fathom exactly what he was experiencing. Testing it again, he repeated the action. Feeding her another sweet and feeling the same feeling as before. It piqued his curiosity now, a dangerous thing for Komugi as she’s experienced in the past. He’s always curious and eager to explore and learn, perfection and total dominantation always his end goal and hardly anything can get him to stop.

He set her down atop the dinning room table, the height perfect to lean over her, his tail lightly moving to wrap around her waist and keep her close as he encompassed her face in his hands. His green against her pale flesh, his hard skin against her soft, he was contemplating before his thumb pressed against her bottom lip.

“M-Meruem-hmph!” It was easy enough to open her mouth so his finger could dip in. He held her mouth open this time, and her hesitancy to close or accidentally bite him was amusing. Even if she bit as hard as possible, she wouldn’t break his skin. He did feel slight concern she’d break a tooth trying though, pleased she was submitting to his curiosity and ministrations. He was being gentle, albeit mildly intrusive as he moved her tongue around. This was… in its own way more for him than it was for her. His intentions were to learn to be a better provider for his blind companion. She was feeble in caring for herself, stubborn in her way of keeping things from him. He despised that side of her, wishing she’d rely completely on him. He supposed it meant he hadn’t shown her enough of his superior ability to care for her yet. Learning was still necessary in this aspect, and he was nothing if not an eager student.

It didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy this though, on some level. He was leaning over her trembling figure, her small hands wrapped around his wrist as if that’d prevent him from anything. She didn’t struggle or resist though, as he slowly grew used to the feeling from earlier he’d experienced. That initial jolt and shock gone, but the mildly pleasant tingle still remaining even as he withdrew from her mouth. He did suspect it might have to do with feeding her directly, as he always has watched her eat to assure she was receiving proper nourishment. It could be a new sense of satisfaction. His companion was panting slightly as he took one step back to observe better. She was slightly hunched in on herself, a sign she was in distress but her scent was slightly stronger than usual, a sign she was happy or excited. Distressed but happy? He’d need to analyze further.

“Stay” he ordered, their next game of Gungi forgone in favor of satisfying his new curiosity as he grabbed the book he’d left behind to return to her again.

“Meruem… what… what are we doing?” She seemed reserved and cautious, always wary of angering him despite his continuous show of endless patience especially reserved for her. “Testing.” Was all he gave her before looking at the book again. His tail naturally gravitating towards her waist again, curling lightly around her. Her hands came to rest on it, and he found himself pleased with the contact.

Show her how strong you are! Women love a strong and powerful man!

Meruem was further exasperated for this childish style of writing. Never mind how he was indulging it, as he contemplating how he’d show his strength to Komugi… or if that’d backfire in his case. Tearing his own arm off before their match certainly rattled her deeply. She did not seem to enjoy that show of strength. He looked at her, fidgeting and splaying her soft fingers over his tail. Feeling him, or her own way of seeing. She’d certainly touched most of him before, asking to see him, so she must’ve felt the power he contained so generously for her. Her hair was up atop her head in two messy buns, her bangs neatly trimmed recently at a hair salon. His zetsu and ability to hide his presence helpful when dealing with human settlements, but he knew it wasn’t too healthy to keep her completely isolated like he wished.

He read on, pausing longer this time as he read it again.

Women often have their pleasure overlooked, make sure you aren’t skipping her finish too!

Pleasure? Finish? He was entirely unsure on how to interpret this. Humans have the habit of using around about language, in which they only hint at their intended point, but it’s usually well received and understood. It irritated him, because he wasn’t human and didn’t grasp such worthless styles of speaking immediately, but he was far superior and should grasp it. Was he overlooking her pleasure…? She seemed pleased? Skipping her finish was also a conundrum, because it could imply a multitude of things. He always made sure she finished her food, or a full night’s rest, or her Gungi match. Was he leaving her feeling unsatisfied?

He read on, willing to return to that later after he’s had time to contemplate. Only to be given the answer now.

“Oh?” He spoke aloud now, but even though she perked up in curiosity, he didn’t grace her with anything else.

He took a moment to think.

He had read it was healthy, and considerably normal too. Though she’d never taken it upon herself to do it, from what he’s observed, unless it was during the time he’d give full privacy like when she bathed. Even that was quick, she never truly reveled in things like soaking as humans called it to relax. He appreciated her quickness to return to his side.

“Komugi… do you masturbate?” She gave no reaction at first to his question, but her eyes slowly opened to blankly stare while her brows furrowed.

“I-I’m sorry Meruem… I’m not very smart and don’t…” his tail tightened slightly around her, a gentle squeeze in warning. He’d already told her he dislikes her discrediting herself. While she is clumsy, she is not stupid. He’d have told her if she was. “I’m sorry… I don’t know what that is…” her words rang true. He always appreciated her honesty, though he knows she’s never actually lied to him before.

“I see. It is when you bring yourself sexual pleasure without the aid of a partner, so means outside of reproduction. Self-stimulation in short.” He gave a curt and short definition for her, but he realized shortly after it had a rather startling reaction.

“W-w-what?! N-no! I-I would never do something so-so dirty or disgraceful! I wouldn’t!” Her vehement was surprising in the least to him.

He pressed further for understanding to why she’d deprive herself of something so common and natural amongst her species. “Why?”

“B-b-because… it’s- um, it’s wrong?” She didn’t seem entirely sure herself.

“Why is it wrong? I’ve read plenty of medical books, for your species, it’s even classified as mildly healthy for your mental and physical state.” He was annoyed, because either she was wrong or the medical books were. If the books were wrong, he’d burn them all. Then he’d crush the skulls of the fools who wrote them. He watched carefully as Komugi quietly thought about it.

“M-my mother said… only dirty children would do such a thing… so if I did i-it then I’d be dirty.” Her words gave him pause.

So it wasn’t rooted in medical misinformation but a cultural standpoint. Humans commonly oppressed their females too keep the spread of weak genetics and prevent other kingdoms from becoming too powerful. It wasn’t strange for Komugi who was raised by such stupid and worthless humans to spread lies and convince her of this. The family she’d so diligently cared for and given all her profits that then went on to abuse and use her… Meruem wanted to do many abhorrent things to them for their audacity.

“Try it. It does not make you dirty.” His words had her fidgeting harder and her mannerisms radiating her discomfort. It was likely the mental shock of being told something was different than she was raised to believe, Meruem suspected. “M-Meruem wants me to-to do that to myself…?” She seemed genuinely in disbelief.

“Yes. It has no negative draw backs, and some positives to your health as well. Or shall I do it for you?” He felt amused as she began to squirm in his grasp, his tail not budging despite her struggles. “N-no th-that’s okay, to-to have Meruem-sama touch someone as lowly as me is the highest honor! Let a-alone doing something… something i-intimate…” Her voice got lower and softer when she said the word intimate, he noted. He’d reprimand her usage of honorifics later.

Intimate… that’s what this book is hinting at then? Intimacy with your female makes them happy? He can see how that may make sense then.

Komugi was raised with oppression, from her status to her gender, clearly she wouldn’t understand if it made her happy if she was raised to believe it wouldn’t. She therefore would have no experience.

Neither would he admittedly. Though, he didn’t feel too bad at the thought of them learning together. That’s what they’d been doing these last few years anyway, what was something new? She didn’t seem apprehensive, so going about it patiently and armed with knowledge is the best course of attack.

He skimmed through the book, keeping his female right where she is now to prevent any escapes. Not like he figured she might, she’s always very obedient, but his instincts demanded he keep her physically in place.

The book mentions little else that could be considered helpful, besides reminding that an orgasm can bring a female closer emotionally and physically. Giving head he assumes is referring to oral sex, as he’s read before. It seems… slightly distasteful in its own way. Using the part of the body you eat with to bring sexual gratification.

Though her hesitation seems more obvious and evident than his own, he finds himself wanting to try. He does feel satisfaction when faced with her own, so it certainly poses no lose for him.

“Komugi, lay down” though he ordered her, he helped her along with a finger pressing lightly on her chest to encourage her to lean back and rest completely on the table. She nervously followed his command, her back against the wood, legs dangling off the edge slightly.

“Are you uncomfortable here?”

“N-no, but Meruem, what are you-? Oh!” Her surprised squeak gave him pause as he checked to ensure he hadn’t harmed her. He’d only pushed up her dress for better access. The only piece of clothing obstructing him now was her undergarments. Her soft legs and stomach on display for his eyes, he felt strangely again. Though his mission was to be continued, as he easily tore the fabric that granted no protection to her sex away. He didn’t truly understand human reasoning to wearing such things, but he didn’t comment. Komugi was making small whimpers and noises, but since they weren’t fearful or painful, Meruem decided it was just nerves towards a new experience.

He too felt his own heart beat picking up pace despite not physical exertion occurring on his end.

His touch feather light, he parted her thighs to reveal a slightly wet slit, a small patch of hair matching her head above it. He observed for a moment, because while he’s seen pictures in medical books, he’s never seen her like this. Having her spread and vulnerable in a way that wasn’t to harm or kill her was… satisfying. He liked her like this, her small hands moving to grip his wrists. Whether for comfort or convenience, he wasn’t sure, but he appreciated her letting him view in full. He was supposed to… lick her? Is what he’s grasped from books so far, but curiously he touches her lightly with his thumb. Her jolt and gasp much more exaggerated than he’d have thought, her legs quivering as she seems to struggle to keep her mouth shut. He brushes her softly again, getting a slightly more subdued reaction but still dramatic. Again, and again, he rubs her gently, pressing in a little and gaining a moan that has him repeating his last movement.

This turns into a game of sorts, his touch running through her warmth and finding what has her crying out. Meruem is nothing if not observant, and her reactions are hard to dislike. She looks… softer somehow like this. Flushed and whiny, unable to stop her hips from moving into him for more pleasure, as she becomes more lubricated for penetration by the minute. Her own fluids dripping down his fingers and her lower half and onto the table. It isn’t until she freezes up and tries to jerk away, that he quickly grasps her hip and keeps her still.

Seeing her orgasm wasn’t how he expected at all. He assumed it’d be similar to giving her a gift, she’d smile and fidget and thank him. Instead, she arches into him, both hands clutching on the wrist of the hand bringing her pleasure, and crying. Tears sliding down her cheeks as she begins to beg and it sends chills down his spine as his eyes widen. Her little choked gasps and moans, and the way her thighs try to clamp closed to avoid overstimulation, is an enticing image for his mind to capture.

He finds himself lightening his touch and slowing his movements, now just keeping her softly weeping as he licks a line of her tears off her cheek.

“M-Meruem…please…” if her little whimpers are to entice him further into mating her or stopping entirely, he’s not sure. He set out with a goal though, and while he’s brought one orgasm from her, it was with his hand and not his tongue like he intended originally. He glanced at his wet hand, the fluid smelling slightly sweet. Licking his finger, he’s surprised to find the taste bearable, somehow pleasant even. It contains no nen for him to absorb but… he glances at Komugi’s limp figure. She’s still struggling to catch her breath, skin somewhat sweaty but she smells much sweeter than earlier, and he ponders the biological affect it has on him. It’s likely her body’s response to possible mating, and something to further strengthen his urges.

He leans down over her reddened cunt, so wet with that sweet fluid meant to easily grant his cock passage inside her. Later, he decided easily and dismissively, as he opens his mouth and lets his long and powerful tongue swipe up her center to collect more of the fluid.

“Hah! No more, too much! I can’t-“

“Shut up!” His growl of warning has her hushing, and while he feels mildly uncomfortable for snapping at her, he can’t help his reaction as he licks her again. She tastes much sweeter here, and the way it drives him to bury his face in and try to wiggle his tongue deep inside her tells him this is likely to become a new activity for them to enjoy. She’s shaking as her thighs close around his head, unable to form coherent sentences anymore as she disobeys and babbles on, but he enjoys the way her hips rise to meet the thrusting of his tongue inside her. Lightly holding her ass, he keeps her still as he enjoys himself. Her pleasure now a fun new game he’s playing. How many can he get from her? Does she just keep coming?

He finds her clit next, sucking as she’s brought to climax again, her fluids drenching his face as he lavishes her with more attention. He’s deaf to her pleas now, overwhelmed in his own way in bringing out more fluid from her cunt. He’s tongue fucking her now, his wide appendage stretching and moving about inside it, feeling every ridge and bump. He imagines how he’d feel when inside her, his cock out and twitching now as he arouses himself with her pleasure. Unlike human males with their genitals exposed and vulnerable, his only comes out when it can be used. He realizes his own cock is leaking fluid down his length and balls dripping on the floor he kneels on to worship his female’s sex. He pulls another orgasm from her, her cries going up and octave, unable to do much else besides accept what he’s gifting her.

Shouldn’t he gift her with more though?

His semen would go to waste if it were not buried deep inside her and sprayed into her womb where it belongs.

He’s not thinking clearly anymore.

“Meruem please, no more, I can’t, p-please, feels too good, please…” she’s senseless as he brings her into his arms, delirious and making a slightly funny expression with her open and panting mouth. Her eyes slightly open, tear stained cheeks flushed.

Her clothing is being torn away completely, her naked figure in his arms carried to his bedroom. The need to have her in his space strong.

“I’m going to mate you.” His words not registered with her as he spreads her legs and fits himself in between with his heavy cock against her lower abdomen. The twitching hot appendage different than a humans, the skin softer than the rest of him but still with ridges and bumps not found on a human penis. His tip tapers slightly, and his cock curving at the perfect angle to drive his female wild. His eyes are delirious, a slight madness in their depths as he lines himself up with her entrance. Never mind how much bigger he is, how her tight little hole tries to prevent him entrance but fails against his force. He’s pushing inside and feeling pleasure like he’s never experienced before. He can’t help the groan of satisfaction from escaping, and he finds it hardly matters as Komugi cries and finishes around him. “You-!” He seethes, frustrated by how much tighter she becomes and how her cunt seems to milk him. It’s nearly enough to have him finishing before he’s had a moment to enjoy being so close to her. His hand comes to wrap around her neck, not to tighten but to loosely hold and establish who is on top. Who is in charge.

She’s crying again, it startled him into freezing as he realizes it’s from pain.

“Komugi? Where are you hurt?” He leans back, unable to pull his cock free as she’s clamped so tightly around him. Though the moment is fleeting as his mind clears at her distress. She’s sniffling and huffing in air, her face in visible pain as he’s tracking if he accidentally marred her delicate body. He’s not seeing any bruising or broken bones/skin but it could be where he can’t see. Bringing her to his chest, he’s checking her back, arms, and thighs. Confusion is weighing heavily on him, when he truly can’t find the reason behind her pain.

“Komugi answer, I need to know where you are injured.” Despite his harsh tone, his actions are gentle in holding her close and tipping her face up so he can better see her lips move. She’s trembling all over and inside but his mind is steely and focused on her words.

“I-inside… too much…” she’s struggling to breathe properly and it concerns him deeply. Inside? Where they’re joined? He looks down to see, only to feel a wave of panic overtake him when he sees blood.

Pulling out as gently as he can, Meruem immediately locates a cellular phone and begins to call for medical.

“Yes? I need an ambulance at-“ Komugi immediately huffs in disbelief before crying out in embarrassment. “Meruem-sama I do not need a doctor! Please hang up!” He tracks her actions with visible concern, telling the line operator to wait a moment.

“Komugi, you are injured, I am getting you necessary medical treatment.” He explains like one might to a child, hoping it calms her slightly. He doesn’t want her focusing on the injury and fainting. “Meruem-sama, it’s common for virgins to bleed their first time! It just hurts the first time! Please hang up!” He’s startled by her declaration, something he’d never heard of before.

He does notice no more blood is coming out of her, less than a teaspoon if that much actually was shed. Though it looks awful against her, he decides, blood or red certainly not a color he enjoys on her.

Adhering to her wishes, he cancels the ambulance.

Both stare at one another in silence now. Neither truly knowing how to proceed anymore. Meruem was out of his haze of lust, and Komugi too embarrassed and emotionally drained for much more of anything.

“Shall we clean up and finish our Gungi match…?”

“…Yes.”

Meruem would be slaughtering that book’s author and his entire publishing team later for not mentioning such crucial information in it’s pages like loss of virginity pain and injury.

The End!★彡 Hope you enjoyed whatever this was cuz idk either…………..(´-ω-`)……

Just FYI, in the anime/manga it is estimated Komugi is around 16-17 years old. I’ve placed a time skip of around 2-3 years, placing her at around 19-20 in this work.

[swollenbabyfat]

thinking about art styles...a lot of people ask how to obtain one, but as far as what I think, it's really only something you can develop by

drawing a lot

consuming a lot of work

figuring out what is fun out of both of the last two points

I also don't think it's really healthy for artist to try and pin down a singular style-maybe for their own projects but even within projects, you're going to change by the end of them inevitably. I personally really like picking up a comic and seeing how the artist has changed in style by the end. I try to approach each project in a way that will best suit it, rather than trying to implement a concrete style.

I do think passion projects are good, too. For me, finding a story I wanted to tell and doing a bunch of work for it quickly makes me improve bc I'm flexing particular muscles that I don't get out of solo illustration work.

Sometimes it means the mass amounts of work are sketchier than a finished piece, but sometimes more is good, too. Not everything has to be good, not everything has to be finished. A good friend of mine told me you have to get ideas out before you don't have time/passion for them anymore, which sometimes means they're not gonna be super polished. And that is okay.

[seraphtrevs]

my monkey brain saw fargo so i have to ask, how would you rank the seasons?

I hope you're still around anon because I love this ask. I just wanted to wait until I was finished with s5 to see if it effected my rankings, and turns out it did! Two caveats - I have only seen each season once so I don't have 100% recall on them lol and 2) I have not seen season 3 yet! which is completely insane because I love Ewan MacGregor. That's next on my to-watch list, but for now, here's my ranking of the seasons of fargo, from best to worst (I'm also going to grade them on a scale out of 10 because I think it's important to note that when I have criticisms, I still think this show is consistently excellent):

Season 2 - one of the best seasons of television in television history. An incredible work of art. This is the season that really exemplifies the kind of profound absurdity that defines the series. The comic and the tragic are perfectly blended, and the characters are all depicted with an unsentimental empathy that I found very moving and enlightening. All of the moving pieces of the plot slot together so perfectly and there is zero handholding. Like I love a show that respects me enough to not spell things out so I can have a little think for myself, as a treat. Perfect season, no notes. rating - 12/10

Season 4 - I guess there are people who don't like season 4?? I don't get it. Maybe I'm just predisposed to like it because I love the historical setting, feuding crime families, plucky girl detectives, and female serial killers. It doesn't get on the profound level of season 2 but it's very entertaining. rating - 9/10

Season 1 - there was a lot to love but i feel like they were kind of finding their footing. It's not as polished as the later seasons, and I actually find this one unpleasant because I hate Martin Freeman's character so much - like, he's meant to be hated and they did a super good job of making him hateable, so I can't knock them for it exactly. But seriously there was nothing to like about this guy and watching him was often very unpleasant. Obviously I love Malvo, because I can't resist satan-coded characters. But sometime I felt like they went a little too far with him - like sometimes his only motive is that he's just so cccrraaaazzzzzy! Like there were a couple of moments that were moriarty from sherlock kind of lameness. But those are very minor complaints. Rating - 8.5/10

Season 5 - I still really enjoyed the first half of this season, but the back half really rubbed me the wrong way. I loved Dot and I especially loved that when you discover she's a secret badass, it's not because she's really good at martial arts. Instead, her strength is in her quick thinking and ability to construct elaborate home alone traps, which is so much fun. I also love the actress - this is a great performance. John Hamm is also really good. But the whole season had this maudlin tone that was very at odds with the other seasons. Lorraine's character didn't work for me at all - like her "no daughter of mine will be held captive!" moment was supposed to make us feel good, i guess? except it felt so forced and unearned. And I really have no idea why the narrative decided that she was a cool girlboss for using her power to control people via their debt for....good, I guess, by giving the cop lady a nice job and using her influence to punish john hamm via prison violence. That last part I particularly hated - not that i have sympathy for asshole rancher john hamm but the idea that prison violence is a righteous part of the justice system is very fucking gross and they really wanted me cheering for that. the battle of the sexes aspect in general was very on the nose, and it read like a fantasy of domestic violence by a man who feels very upset and guilty over the fact that women suffer from domestic violence than a more serious look at the issue. I also HATED both of the deaths in this season - I'm not against character deaths but they both felt completely pointless and just there to add to the body count. rating - 7/10

[degyash]

Gorgeous

Nishinoya x fem! Reader

In this story, Nishinoya is buying stuff at ukais store only to meet a girl.

Nishinoya pov:

I was in Ukai’s store getting some food. It’s Friday and when I get home I’m gonna eat and then sleep. I heard this beautiful voice singing while she had headphones on. She was at the front counter so she must work here. She was even prettier than her voice. The way she focused on what she was writing. The way her hair perfectly flowed in front of her faced and how perfect she looked putting it behind her ear. She stopped singing and looked up at me. I blushed really hard and went into an aisle. I heard her chuckle and scolded myself for staring. She was truly incredible.

I picked out what I was gonna buy and walked to the counter. I set down the things and she looked up at me. She smiled and started scanning my items. I felt myself get nervous. But like it was more nervous than usually. I can feel my face heating up and I can hear this mysterious girls angelic voice.

“Your total is ¥1700.” She says. I notice the slight tint of pink on her cheeks and the clear coat of nail polish on her nails. I snap out of my thought and pay.

“Oh! Sorry. Here.” I say.

“No worries.” She giggles. Is she flirting? She can’t be. She’s so pretty, wayyyyy out of my league. “You’re so pretty.” I say and quickly cover my mouth and I blush really hard. She smiles and blushes too. “Thank you.” she says looking down and back up at me.

“Uh could I maybe get your number?” I ask twiddling with my thumbs.

“Sure!” She said and grabs a piece of paper. “My name is Ukai y/n. What’s yours?” She asks. Her last name completely goes over my head and I tell her my name.

“N-Nishinoya Yū” I stuttered. DAMMIT. I really stuttered in front of this gorgeous girl. She hands me the piece of paper as well as my bag of purchased items. “Well Nishinoya, I hope to see you around.” She smiled and waved. JEEZ SHES SO PRETTY! Every single one of her movements were flawless and magical. And I got her number!!!!!!! WOOO! I basically ran home and added her into my contacts. I decided to text her after I finished my food so I didn’t seem super desperate.

Hey!!!!!! It’s Nishinoya from the store!

Hi Nishinoya :)

How are you???

Im great! What about you?

Im pretty good I’m pretty tired from practice.

Practice?

Yeah! I play volleyball!!!! I’m a libero do you play?

Oh yeah I do not on a team though. I play (your position)

Awesome!!!! We should play together sometime

Sure

Oh yeah! I’m a second year What year are you in?

Oh! I’m a third year.

That’s cool well I should go. It’s kinda late so !!!

Alright. Goodnight Nishinoya:)

Good night Y/nnnnnn

Your pov:

You put down your phone smiling to yourself. He was so cute the way he blushed. You wished you could talk to him forever.

“Im home.” Your brother walked in.

“Hi Keishin. How was work.” You asked. He coaches volleyball and then comes back to the store to work so I can go home.

“It was fine.” He responded. You smiled to yourself. “Hey why are you all smiley?” He said pointing to me.

“Im met this boy. I got his number too!!” You said. “If he hurts you I’ll rip his head off. What’s his name?” He sat down next to year. You rolled you are at his first statement. “His name is Nishinoya Yū.” You said recalling how hard he was blushing. Causing you to blush yourself.

“WHAT??? I coach him.” He said. “I swear to god if he hurts you. So help me-”

“Keishin, I’ll be fine. He’s super sweet.” You said putting your hand on his shoulder. “Whatever you say.” He says.

“Ima go take a shower.” He kisses your head and walks to the bathroom.

“A volleyball player, huh?” You smile.

[megidoreyn]

Hihi! For the ask meme, perhaps 4, 8 and 14?

Hey there! Aw, thank you for the questions! It's super rare to get asks like these, so it really made my day! 😇🙏

⭐️4. What defines your artistic style?

That's a good question!🤔 (Especially since I don't know how others might perceive my art!) Due to my own visual agnosia as well, it skews my perception of my own works... So I actually end up disliking the grand majority of the things I create tbh🤣 It's hard for me to become cognizant of any strengths due to the weaknesses being highlighted (in my skewed POV) sometimes! But from the comments I have kindly received before, I would say that my art is defined by: clean/polished lineart, round/"squishy" chibis, warm colors, and "an aura of softness/tenderness"! Truthfully, I would love to be known for having a well-rounded and versatile style! As in: switching from a dynamic + appealing full-body style to a charming chibi style with precision and confidence!💪 And in general: I'd like to be known for drawing handsome faces on full-body characters instead of only having a "cute" style tbh LOL

⭐️8. What is your favourite piece that you have done?

Oh man…For a self-critic, this is a tough yet great question too!!😂--There's usually elements of a picture I enjoy working on VS how the overall picture eventually turns out! But looking back at everything I've posted publicly so far on twitter from 2022-2023…I think it'd have to be these! ↓

And a special shout out to this Walter-Lucifer pseudo-fiend character turnaround sheet that started off as a "haha just messing around :^)" sketch but then quickly turned serious 2 days later LOL. I did like incorporating SMT4 Lucifer's Phase 2 wings on him, since the in-game design includes this gradient on the wings too. 😇🙏

⭐️14.What do you like drawing the most?

As a surprise to no one, my favorite thing to draw would be WalterJonathan---both the pairing and the individual characters LOL. There's actually a personal reason for this, but maybe that'll be a story for another time! Whether or not the majority of these (finished/ polished) sketches will ever see the light of day is also to be determined in the future...😂 Despite these canon Satan Husbands going through the many unspeakable horrors they suffer within base SMT4 + SMT4 Apoc's canon (and even the duology of the SMT4 manga's canon too!), I'll always prefer to draw them being sweet with each other...🥺 To at least give them a single soft moment of reprieve that they deserve...!😭🙏

↑ I also enjoy drawing the details of the SMT4 samurai coat/uniform! As well as other things and details like: 💙the SMT protags' COMPs + SMT4 Gauntlet 💙Clothing folds 💙Side profiles 💙Backside angles 💙Painting hair 💙Drawing hands 💙Dynamic chibis + dynamic body language in general (that convey a character's personality)

…and probably some more things I'm forgetting LOL.

💙↑ edit: I forgot how much I like sketching out Pokemon as quick warm-ups + other critters like the MOTHER/Earthbound Mr.Saturns too! It's good practice in understanding different shapes.

Again, thank you so much for the questions!🙏 It was fun to answer these!

⭐️⭐️⭐️It's still 12/31 here in my neck of the woods, so I wish you and everyone reading this a Happy New Year as well!

[poisonousquinzel]

VARIOUS HARLEY QUINN HEADCANONS

She's always wanted an animal, but her parents wouldn't allow it growing up for one reason or another. Once she had moved out she had dived so deeply into her work that she knew she'd not be able to spend enough time with them.

Good for her that now she's in a profession where it's always Bring Your Pet To Work Day.

Bud and Lou sleep in the bed with her, snuggled up at her legs.

They can tell when she's having night terrors and they'll both begin whimpering and howling until she wakes up. If she's just upset they'll curl up near her head and nip lovingly at her pigtails until she calms down.

Nathan always sleeps on the pillow next to her or on her stomach.

She will personally visit the headquarters of businesses that test on animals with her biggest mallet and a duffle bag full of toys.

"Sometimes tha only way ta get through ta these chumps is a bit'a aggressive negotiations."

She attends group therapy sessions for DV survivors, in disguise at first, but then one day one of the other members mention him during their Talking time. That they'd gotten into this altercation with their ex because they'd said they felt bad for her. For Harley.

It had happened shortly after it was made public that Joker had knocked her out of that window and she had been in critical condition at the time inside of Arkham's hospital wing.

She didn't mean to start crying, and she didn't mean to run out, but she did.

Harley was nervous about returning to the group sessions after that, but she wanted to. She enjoyed the people, she enjoyed the social interactions unjudged due her identity.

But she didn't go in disguise this time, she needed to own up to why she ran off and she didn't want to lie anymore.

She was surprised that they didn't seem shocked by her when she came in the room.

"Hon, there ain't that many people in this world that drive around with a couple of hyenas in their backseat. The dots connected themselves."

Harley has a large (mostly stolen) collection of high brand nail polishes. She enjoys a nice, calm night painting her nails and watching cartoons.

She's got a storage container full of cartoons to choose from, Lucy loves cartoons.

She gets that from her ma.

They discover that Lucy's got side effects from Harley being dunked in acid when she's 8.

She kicked a concrete trash can across the room in a fit of rage.

Harley's horrified. Lucy thinks it's super cool, hell yeah 🥰

The immunity serum Ivy gave Harley had also transferred into her DNA, something Ivy discovered upon doing her own research when they told her Lucy was showing signs of being a meta human too.

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Lucy also has a natural nack for gymnastics, something Harley's more than joyful to help coach her in.

She finds Ivy's "potion making" very cool, so Ivy starts letting her sit by her while she's working and explaining what she's doing. Suuure, maybe it's a bad idea to be inadvertently teaching a child how to create some sort of toxic fume, if you're a killjoy like Batman. :)

Harley's happy to accommodate to whatever new lil hobby Lucy takes up that week, if she wants to finger paint the entire apartment? she'll go steal all the paint her little girl needs to finish her wonderful art piece.

( And she'll break a finger or two if the landlords get bitchy about it. ;)

When Lucy's 10 she goes through a dinosaur phase. She wears a T-Rex Halloween costume she'd gotten the month prior and refuses to take it off for school.

Harley picks up lil dino knick knacks she spots while she's out totally not committing crimes.

And maybe she breaks them into The Batcave so Lucy can take a selfie with that ridiculous T-Rex statue down there, but Batsy shouldn't have such a fun prop if he doesn't want guests!

[semi-sketchy]

This is a really good video, I love the analogy in it, though I want to add another point that might not be relevant to the YouTubers quitting, but is to me.

It can really suck when the project you are passionate about and really want to make is ignored.

Like I’m not normally one to whine about numbers, but it is demotivating when I pour everything into something I’m super passionate about only for no one to care. It’s part of the reason I haven’t worked much on Xenoblade 3’s DLC essay despite somewhat promising it.

The highlight videos are some of my favorite pieces of content I’ve ever made, but they took weeks of work keyframing, adjusting audio, making assets only to get barely any views.

I still have old projects lying around for highlights of Ori and Untitled Goose Game I likely will never finish.

My LP of SA1 had so much info compiled and I did a lot to make that work, but it just didn’t kick off. I was hopeful something fun like Untitled Goose Game would catch the eye of my regular audience and maybe get them interested in my gaming content, but it didn’t. I did more casual and edited playthroughs of things like Sonic Frontiers and The Murder of Sonic, videos I think are very good and honestly are what I enjoy making the most at the moment, but same result.

I actually have a roughcut project that's essentially a blind Future Redeemed playthrough. I recorded it for notes and eventual essay footage, although polishing it for upload is tempting, I don't know if it's worth the effort.

I understand I’ve always been a variety channel with a focus on KinzTube, so interest in gaming topics isn’t going to be as high, but even when I made another Signature Island episode, what people kept saying they wanted, it didn’t perform as well as a low-effort video talking about a movie that was also unrelated to Webkinz.

It took almost 6 months to break 1,000 views compared to the 45 days of an off-the-cuff video which says nothing valuable.

I know no matter how much effort I put into a video, a plush collection or unboxing will always be more popular. It sucks because collections are very repetitive to make and I’m too broke to constantly be buying Webkinz only to earn less on a video than the package cost.

It’s also tiring because Webkinz is a shrinking brand, so if I did stick to just making KinzTube videos, my channel would die anyways.

Stuff like this does eat away at your motivation. It's rough when the only person who values your work is you. I don’t know if that was the case for all the people quitting, but I know it’s draining me.

[ourimpavidheroine]

20 Questions

Tagged by @marezelle!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

31!

2. What’s your total AO3 words count?

1,723,715

3. What fandoms do you write for?

On AO3 it's The Legend of Korra and RWBY. I had some old X-Files fic but it got lost in the shuffle (and yes, I am sad about it) and as a kid and teenager I wrote a whole lot of fic for various fandoms.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Please Excuse My Penmanship

Dear Diary or: How I Had a Second Coronation and a Dalliance with a Detective

Five Times Mako Didn't Say I Love You

The Prince and the Bodyguard

Honeymoon

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do make an effort, although I'm not 100% compliant. I think it's a nice exchange, and a good way to interact with readers. I very much enjoy comment exchange chains, where I can chat with the readers, in fact.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Uh. None of them? I mean, I guess maybe A Fervent Conflagration; Or A Dispatch Regarding The Investiture Of The Crown Princess, since it ended with Qi crying about letting Naoki down.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hmmm. Maybe Bouncing off Clouds? I wanted Lin Beifong to have some fucking satisfaction so I had her meet her father, finally. And specifically be happy meeting her father.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Yes. Enough so that my TLOK fics have had comments toggled so that I have to review and approve them before they get posted.

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Some. It's not my main focus. My smut tends to be pretty character-driven. I'm not a fan of reading the same old regurgitated smut that I read in 90% of smut fics (I find it boring and painfully obvious that most of it is being written by people who have never actually experienced said sexual acts they are writing about - thus the regurgitation), so I tend to avoid writing that.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

No. Although I have promised to complete a Love Between Fairy and Devil and Till the End of the Moon crossover super AU crack fic that I've been amusing a friend with in bits and pieces. It's ridiculous. And funny. It involves a teenage band that only does covers of Evanescence. I don't know what to tell you.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, into Polish and into Spanish.

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

I haven't! I am not sure how well I would do that. Generally speaking I don't play well with others. You never know, though. I wouldn't count it out in the future.

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Of ever? Mulder and Scully.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I don't think I am ever going to get to that Royalist story, unfortunately. I have written stuff on it, but it's not happening. Never say never, but. Yeah. No.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Characters! I am very good at finding individual voices for characters, and there seem to be an endless amount of them. I make an effort to keep canon characters canon even years and years into the future. I am also good at keeping details in my stories straight. Continuity is a strength, for sure.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I cannot write to a deadline to save my fucking life. Also, I am 100% a pantser and sometimes sustained plots can elude me. (See all of my thousands of ficlets.) I have a very difficult time finishing any and all of my longer, chaptered fics and that's no good.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Eh. I guess it depends, for me. Why are you doing it? If it's for worldbuilding flavor then I guess it comes down to whether or not it's important to you that readers understand what they are reading. If so, then you need to clarify what's been said by either some sort of direct translation or by what other characters are saying/doing in response. If you don't want readers to understand what's being written - trying to reflect the confusion a character has when hearing dialogue in a foreign country, for example - then sure, that works too.

The one thing I wouldn't do as a writer is add dialogue in another language with the expectation that readers will go to google translate on their own to figure out what it means. That's going to take them right out of the story and the world you've created (literally and figuratively) and as a writer, that would be the last thing I would want to do, break that fourth wall. But that's just me.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

If we're talking about actually writing it down then it's a toss up between my self-insert Duran Duran epic masterpiece (which I still have) and a Pern fic that I wrote when I was 10 and which my mother threw out. The Pern one was technically earlier than the Duran Duran one but it wasn't as much a story as it was disjointed scenes and such.

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

I Do Not Ask the Night for Explanations. It pulled my fucking heart out and trampled it into the ground and brought me back to life after my wife died. I don't know if it is the best fic I've ever written - it's certainly not the most popular, that's for sure - but it saved me, in more ways than one. Especially for a fic that took me over 5 years to write.

I am not a fan of tagging, but if you write fic and you'd like to answer, please do and let me know, because I genuinely enjoy reading people's answers to these.

[bonesandthebees]

I’m going to give myself one more day to try and get my stars thoughts coherent and if that doesn’t work I’ll be a coherent dump cuz I just can’t figure out how to organise or structure it. I think you might have broken me because there’s so much content and so much I want to talk about. Either that, or we can blame the exams. One more day and I have survived the 2/3 of my exams in a row limbo I’m currently in. Who made this stupid schedule.

Anyway, have some random Glass Devine thoughts. I really love this rewrite. Everything feels more polished. More development has gone into the world and it shows. I love Clara and Kristins statues being opposites. It’s a nice parallel to show that they are like two halves of the same coin. I feel like there’s supposed to be a balance between the two. Anyway, it’s just nice. Also I feel like there’s some significance in Wilbur not feeling like Clara’s face is familiar. Maybe it’s being depicted wrong? Idk. Doesn’t really matter right now.

Also, there are a lot of things I want to talk about, but I feel like that’s spoilers for people who haven’t read the first version, so some thing I’ll leave out for now and others all be vague about. I like the foreshadowing on Wilbur’s backstory. Or the little bits and pieces we get. It makes sense if you know what it is, but if you don’t it just makes you more concerned (like Tommy hearing that he’s spelt in worse places). Similarly Tommy’s breathing. I haven’t read Someone else’s dream in a while, so at first I was confused what it could be, because it seemed weird that Tommy would be claustrophobic, but then the memory snapped into place and it’s just some nice foreshadowing for something Wilbur doesn’t know yet.

Also, rewrite things is like: all of Glass!Charlie. You always do such a good job with this character and his specific brand of weird. Yes he totally has a normal amount of bones. [“See you later, Tommy from Downstairs and Tommy from Downstairs’ new friend!”] I’ve only had Glass!Chalrie for a day and a half, but if anything were to happen to him I would kill everyone reading this fic and then myself.

They can see in the dark! It’s because of the prosthetic eyes right? I didn’t realise Tommy had them because his eyes are blue (I think), but he must have, right? The light bugs! I think they were just orbs in the first iteration. I could be wrong, but I love them anyway. The entire new layout of the base, they have a back door now? Also the fact that there’s an extra door and guard.

(1/2)

-🌲

answering this ask late but lmao very understandable if i broke you with the stars epilogue sorry there was a lot going on in that one

first off thank you so much!! yes the rewrite feels so much more polished and that's partially because when I wrote the og I knew it wasn't going to be anything very long, so I wasn't really trying to make it super coherent or well thought out. it was just kind of for shits and giggles. now it's the start of a much longer story, so I've had a lot more time to think things through and I'm really happy with how it's going so far

yes there is supposed to be balance between clara and kristin! although clara is more often associated with time/the future, she technically is also representative of life itself. so clara = life, kristin = death. they're two sides of the same coin. that's why clara's statue looks up, while kristin's statue looks down.

I won't spell out the exact reasoning but the significance in wilbur feeling like clara's face isn't familiar actually has more to do with his own faith in clara as opposed to something being wrong with the statue, if that makes sense. it's an internal problem, not an external one.

eh don't worry too much about spoilers for the other version because we're deviating pretty hard from the og very very soon. as in, I finished chapter 3 tonight and i'm gonna post it tomorrow morning and that gets us basically to the point of someone else's dream that i'm rewriting. everything deviates after chapter 3 into entirely original new plot (for the most part).

ok true on tommy's breathing though. that is a nod to something in the og so that kind of is a spoiler warning I guess. it's going to become plot relevant in a few chapters so ;)

lmao thank you I had so much fun writing glass!charlie. idk what it is but every time I have to write charlie in a fic the spirit of The Slime just possesses me and he says the funniest most unhinged shit.

also, uh ngl I didn't make the connection that people would assume the stairs bit was tommy having cybernetic eyes because that's not the case. tommy has normal eyes. the stairs thing is literally just that he's gone up and down those steps so many times he has them memorized and doesn't need light to go up and down them. this gets mentioned in the chapter i'm posting tomorrow tho so there you go.

yes the layout of the base is similar but so different at the same time! the most important change is that it's a temple and not just some random cavern, which I am really proud of and has given me a lot of room to design a very cool layout. I'm literally considering making a blueprint online just so you guys can understand the layout of the entire place bc I feel like it's really confusing to explain.

[flowerslut]

I'm sooooo excited for one fell swoop!!! i loved loved loved the snippets! do you already know when you are going to post it?? also, could you give us a context about the story?

if you have more snippets i wouldn't complain yk

ahhhh! this makes me so excited! I'm also sosososo excited to finish and edit and share it!!! I always laugh thinking about this post where I shared pieces of the old draft for it (scroll to the bottom to read it on the reblog) and this specific thing I said back in 2019 makes me laugh:

it might not be for another decade but a girl would like to return to this idea! maybe!!! she’d have to rewrite the #yikesheavy one-shot first. but like. you never know..... i’ll hit y’all up again when i’m in my 30s.

well jokes on me because I turned 30 this year and have 70k of the first draft written now lmfao. #yikesheavy one-shot included. I have NO clue when I'll be posting it but not a single piece of it is going up on Ao3 or FF until the entire thing is finished and polished to perfection baby!!!! I will eventually post the first chapter of it on tumblr exclusively sometime in the next several months (yes even before I finish) but not until I throw a few more tens of thousands of words onto the 1st draft first 🤪🤪🤪

[context + a special lil treat under the cut! 😌]

I summarize the gist of the story fairly well in this answered ask from october, so it's just as I explain it there.

when the story starts we meet jasper, a 21-year-old freshly-relapsed addict who is sprinting towards rock bottom. this girl, alice, quite literally stumbles onto the scene. she's a rude little amnesiac and the most well-off homeless girl jasper's ever met (not that he has a lot to go off of). very quickly jasper finds himself stuck trying to keep this damn girl from getting herself killed while he barely wants to be alive himself. it oozes codependence! unhealthy relationships! and they make just! about! every! bad decision you can make in their positions! it's great honestly. they're having a horrible time but I'm having a fantastic time writing it and it's pretty much a super-long rewrite of the first twilight fic I ever wrote back in high school! 🤩

if we're lucky I'll be able to split my time between writing this fic and writing roots and hopefully at least one of them will be done and ready for posting by summertime!! no promises, but fingers crossed! 🤞🤞🤞

anyways here's a tiny snippet from chapter 8 since this ask just got me soooo excited to get some writing done this winter!!! enjoy!!!

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It was as he was rearranging Alice’s clothes on his arm when someone smacked him on the back of the shoulder. He stepped forward, dropping the clothes to the ground and ducking. Spinning quickly, he pulled his fists closer to his face, readying himself.

“Relax, fuck!” A man stood a few feet away, hands lifted in front of him in surrender. “I didn’t even hit you that hard.”

“Peter,” Jasper gasped, shocked to see his friend. “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing, motherfucker,” usually Peter’s tone was good-natured but today it held a hint of ice. “You’ve been ignoring my calls all week.”

“My phone’s been off.” He glared, straightening himself back up. He felt a little embarrassed at reacting so severely to a clap on the back, but since getting back into town a few nights ago, he’d been especially anxious. “What are you doing here?”

“I saw your car outside. Why are you in Kohls? And,” he glanced around Jasper, his jaw going slightly slack. “Are those women’s clothes?”

“I’m shopping with a friend,” Jasper growled, turning his back to the white-blonde man and picking the clothes back up. “What do you want?”

“Just checking up on you, God,” he defended irritably. “You fell off the face of the fucking planet when you got fired from Paul’s. Forgive me for fearing the worst.”

Jasper glared down at the pile of clothes as he shuffled them back onto his arm. He hated that Peter—the only person who really knew him—would apparently just know how he’d react to news like that.

“I’m fine.” He lied.

“Then why’d Charlotte see you pulled into Maria’s driveway last Friday?”

Fuck.

“I thought you weren’t in contact with her anymore,” Peter accused, his voice low.

Jasper understood the man’s anger.  Being caught seeing her again was a shameful thing. And knowing that Peter knew about it made him feel worse. The self-hatred that fell over him in that moment was almost suffocating.

“Those aren’t for her are they?” Peter asked, voice still hard as he stared at the clothes Jasper held.

He turned back around and shook his head. There was nothing more he could really say. He was embarrassed. “Are you going to lecture me?” He asked, finally looking his only real friend in the eye.

“Depends,” he folded his arms. “How high are you right now.”

“I’m not,” he muttered. He wasn’t going to admit the fact that he wished he were, because that was a given.

[phoenixglacier]

Tips for maintaining/building art motivation!

Want to get better at art but feel like you're not getting anywhere? Have a sad folder full of unfinished art? Does it take you three months to finish a single artpiece if it ever does get finished? Here are some tips that worked for me to keep me interested in art!

Tip 1: Notice the goal markers in each project and consider that a piece!

If you're like me and take forever to finish one piece, you're probably spending ages on each part of the project. Maybe you do just the hair, then just the face, then just the clothes. Maybe you do a sketch, then another sketch, then another sketch, then another sketch, then flat colours then rendering. Each time you hit one of those, save an image/scan/video/gif/whatever you're making of that version. Put it in that folder where you put all your finished art.

If you do lose interest in that project, one day when you look back you'll see an "unfinished" artpiece with some pretty boss stuff. It will be a more accurate record of what you actually spent your time on. Sure, this sketch doesn't have a clean lineart on it, but you can totally tell what it is! Sure, this piece has super detailed hair but flat everything else, well maybe the hair is the star of the show and for that matter that's really cool technique you used for the hair! Art doesn't always have to be finished! Just look at the work out there you're aspiring to:

Tip 2: Look at how others use art to communicate

If you're here on tumblr, there's a wide range of art out in the wilderness for you to forage. You're gonna see some people that are probably gods painting the most intensely beautiful artwork you'll never be able to fantasise - but that's just one type of content. I'm constantly attracted to art that are absolutely not in the style I lean towards, but they express emotions or pitch a new design or honestly are just about characters that I'm starving for. Not all art has to be perfectly polished, often you'll see a sketch posted instead because that was sufficient to get across the idea. Focus on the idea. Aspire to create art that gets across these ideas in one way or another.

I would also say to read comic books. Webtoons are good too - there are many stories I've read where I was interested enough in the story, and the art wasn't all that appealing to me. But if the art gets across that story, mission achieved, and it's also motivating to see the change in the artists' style over time. You're a baby deer taking your first steps but you're not the only one; artists that you look up to are all doing the same.

Tip 3: Set staggering "finishedness" goals

Okay, so we've talked about treating "unfinished" artwork like finished work, and we've talked about how artwork doesn't have to look "finished" to be enjoyable for us. How 'bout we do it on purpose now?

Again, I'm gonna assume you're like me and take several months to finish one piece that maybe has background, lineart, full rendering, the works. Well, remember that that's not the only type of "finished" artwork. Here are a couple of mild suggestions:

Draw the proportions cartoonised or chibi.

Work on creating a really pretty background.

Skip the lineart. Just colour straight over the sketch.

Skip the colouring too. Just tidy your sketch up slightly.

Instead of colouring your lineart, add some fun embellishments in monocolour and/or change the colour of your linart.

Pick up a sketchbook (oops I've been assuming you do digital all this time) and do any of these. After being trapped in digital I find physical sketching quite freeing.

Do this for a concept/design that you want to communicate. Consider this the equivalent of jotting down notes in a meeting that you don't want to forget.

Tip 4: Break up your art projects with more art projects

Perhaps controversial, but I find that forcing myself to stay on a single artpiece is the fastest way for me to lose motivation for it. Plus, our brains do like the satisfaction of having finished a project, so we can't deprive ourselves of that for too long.

So we have our staggered "goals"finishedness" goals above. The idea is to plan break projects that won't last more than a day or two. For example, I'm working on a piece that's been going for a month already. On a day that I just feel stuck looking at it, I'll choose to maybe do a design concept art for a different character with just a basic sketch and messy flat colours. This took me about two 1-hour sessions, which meant it was done after a day. After that, I'm back to the main project. When I'm out, I do some physical sketches, nothing coloured or super lined, just new characters again.

Give yourself permission to do other art, with the only rule being don't plan a project that's gonna be just as long. The timing is going to be different for everyone, but no one's keeping track except you.

Tip 5: Draw for yourself

Art is subjective. If you're planning to be a professional artist then you might have to be harsher on yourself, but as someone who draws for enjoyment I implore you to make yourself your biggest audience. You don't have to scrutinise every piece you make. You don't have to wonder whether others will like it. You don't have to heed unasked criticism. If you like it, an enormous goal has already been reached. We are all already our biggest critics. Draw the weird idea and never show anyone. It's fine. It makes you happy. Now go out into the wild and create <3

[actingwithportals]

9,18, 20!!! for u my lob

Beloved!!

9. What's your writing process like?

Usually it starts with me getting hit by an idea or being given some kind of prompt, and depending on how long the fic will be I'll start rotating it in my head to get an idea of the vibes I want to go for, begin outlining and making notes on what I want to happen, and from there start drafting. I tend to go through several drafts, depending on how long and polished I need the thing to be, and that can be anywhere from around 3-10+. If it's super super necessary to have the fic polished after I finish my drafts I'll send it to a beta, take their notes, and then maybe do one or two more read-overs before finally posting.

At the end of it all, I probably reread/rework the entire piece 15 ish times. I'm getting better too about not needing to be entirely chronological with my writing when I get stuck on a scene, which has been helping me to not just abandon stuff when the block hits As Much. Still wanna work on being better about that, though.

18. Do you only write when you’re inspired, or do you try and sit down at specific times and write no matter what?

Usually the former but if I have something with some kind of deadline I'll make myself do the latter! It can be very hard though for me to get into the proper Writing Voice without the inspiration to make the words Go, but you gotta do what you gotta do sometimes, and often enough just forcing myself to get started can luckily sometimes kickstart the words-go command.

I want to get better about actually dedicating set times to writing so I'm doing it more consistently, but sadly I'm not at a point in my life currently where that's feasible.

20. What’s the greatest gift you’ve gotten from your writing?

Definitely the feeling of accomplishment and like, having found something I truly believe I'm good at! I kind of doubt my skills and competence in a lot of things, but I don't really doubt anymore that I'm a good writer and that I'm skilled enough to make this a career. I don't think I would have gained that confidence without posting my fics online and getting the positive reception that I do from friends and strangers alike. I can't really emphasize how meaningful that has been to me over the years.

Thank you for the ask!!! <3

[husky-twst-and-obeyme]

Anon Asked : "You know how some twst fan artists like to draw Yuu with their face blocked out, usually by Grim? I have this headcanon that in the Twisted Wonderland universe, it’s impossible to get a picture of Yuu, there’s always someone standing in front of them, a piece of paper floating by, or they’re just out of frame, but no one noticed until after the picture was taken. No one knows why, Rook even tried to draw them once but a Pomefiore first year spilled nail polish on the picture when he finished. " I do like that idea! I did see one artist who just had a mickey shaped head with blank eyes and it really looked cool! Now as for the scenario or story i will only do Dorm leaders for this situation, if anyone wishes for more i will provide ! BUT i have a small twist :) Warnings: Cursing Riddle

Riddle wasn't sure why but he it really irritated him how whenever they did civil group pictures, you always end up blocked or something happens to you in your part of the picture

It's not your fault really but it bugs him

he made it a goal to get a perfect picture , such as asking for a selfie

He actually wasn't a fan of it but he wanted at least ONE good picture of you because he cherishes his friends

but EVERY. SINGLE . TIME . IT'S THE SAME-

He's frustrated to no end

He eventually gave up and just accepted fate

he even tried to draw you and it somehow got ruined which made his mood worst

At one point , you came to him with a strawberry tart to cheer him up but he was really pouty

You asked if he wanted to try the selfie again but you hold the phone , which he reluctantly agreed to

afterwards when you left , he went to see the picture and he couldn't believe his damn eyes

a perfect picture of you and him

" i don't know if i want to cry of joy or behead them . "

He stilled loved the photo and refused to show anyone else in case it somehow got ruined or deleted

Leona

He wasn't too interested in photos but in your case it caught his interest slightly

he noticed from school activity photos that your face was always somehow ruined.

he thought it was funny but rare

so he tasked ruggie to take a picture for a small amount , mainly because he thought it would be easy

plus it's not like he wants a photo of you for anything psssshh

but when ruggie returned , he was frustrated and tired

confused leona questioned him

"Leona san. i loved getting money from you but i might just not even try anymore ..."

he got baffled that Ruggie had given up money for any easy task. or so he thought was easy

So thinking ruggie was being lazy , he went to do it himself

as a predator, he knows how to be sneaky and hide well , so once he locked you in , he took a snap

he looks ats the photo completely ruined

he took another , ruined. once again , it was ruined

he repeats many tries after and it all ends the same

" ahh fuck it ... " and went for a nap

later on you wanted a selfie with leona

being smug he said " would you even get the picture right ?~"

with a pout " of course i can!" you posed for the picture and snapped

he took a glance and he'll be damned ,, it was perfect

" don't talk to me for the next few day, herbivore."

"huh-"

Azul

azul didn't like photos , much at least because of certain ones of his past

though he took note of a particular incident

(Event after chapter 3) when you all took a picture at the museum , he noticed that your part of the picture , floyd's arm covered your face

He thought nothing of it until he noticed it often

Ace took a photo of you and deuce and somehow grim flew in front of your face

Cater took a selfie but it ended up blurred

it was pointless but hard to ignore so he assigned Jade and floyd into getting the perfect picture of you

after a couple hours, jade and floyd came back frustrated

even jade looked visibly irritated which was VERY rare to the point it scared Azul

they showed him nothing but blurry pics, he knew something was up because even jade wouldn't fail this bad

He knew he couldn't stand the chance if the tweels failed

but later on , you wanted to take a selfie with him

he refused immediately but you promised to keep the photo private , then he did agree , reculantantly

His immediate thought was that the picture would of been ruined anyways but was shocked to see a cute selfie of him and you

"....send me that picture . " you turned to him "what???" "SEN ME THAT PICTURE"

Kalim

We all know this absolute dork would love to take pictures , possibly from Cater's influence , because he sees it as a fun thing to do

So you , being one of his favorite people, he obviously wants a good photo of you

but to his disappointment, when he wanted to take a pic of you while you were at the gardens, it turned out super blurry

he thought nothing of it , just might of moved a bit , until the next one came blurry

he was getting semi frustrated and you had already left , so for once, he was actually grumpy to the point where he just asked Jamil to take a good picture for him

he felt lowkey bad of course but he was a tiny bit frustrated

Jamil didn't care until he had the same issue

Jamil tried a it but gave up when he kept getting the same result

then kalim was just sad , he just wanted a cute picture of you

you visited one day and he was his usual self but you here reminded him of the picture incident

you offered to try again , he was hard for him to say no to you

but after looking..you took a perfect photo

he wanted to cry and you were just so confused

hug him he needs it

Vil

Vil is a perfectionist of course, which includes photos too

you , him and a few others went on a small trip , you wanting to take a photo to remember the trip

you're one of the only people he's allowed for a picture minus fans because he's aware you just want a genuine picture and knows you won't share/ brag about it

Rook offered to take the photo

you two posed and rook took the shot but Vil automatically saw Rook's confused face

"Rook?.. is there a problem?" "non non roi du poison! I must of moved a little fast, part of it came blurry

he didn't think on it , just a small mistake no biggy

that was until the problem kept repeating itself

Irrigated , he took the camera and looked at the photos , each and every one of them was blurred of were you were at while vil looked completely fine

he slowly looked at you while you just stood there worried that we weren't going to get a picture

"Vil senpai? maybe i can just take a selfie? Rook's camera's probably broken"

sighing in defeat , he agreed ,after getting in a cute pose , you snapped a photo

he took a look and he was legit about to burst

It was an absolute beautiful picture

He was stunned that you did an even better job then rook

might make you his photographer

Idia

we all know for a fact, he hates pictures , at least mainly of himself

though he doesn't mind pictures of you

of course , he doesn't take pics of you willy nilly , he asks you first because he'd be hypocrite to take a picture of someone who didn't want a photo

You often cosplayed as some of his favorite characters and of course he'd want a picture of it but he was in for a surprise

The first time you cosplayed in front of him , he asked and you agreed

he snapped the photo , it blurred

he got irritated but thought nothing of it and tried again

still failed

he has plenty of cameras ( I dunno it's for the story make up your own reason XD ) and used a different one to get a photo

it failed and he tried many times , it was too a point he built up the courage *cough*two hours*cough to ask rook to help

he was dumbfounded when rook couldn't do well

you later went home , while idia was sad , he really wnated to take a good pic

soon after, you sent him a text

"I'm sorry you couldn't get a cute picture earlier, so i took a shot at it with a selfie!"

and there he saw the perfect picture

"...what the f**k is this voodoo magic- "

he of course loved it but he was so confused

Malleus

oh boy here we go-

he was still confused on the idea of photos

but he thought it was similar to a painting but it's instant

so of course he wants one with you

he attempts to use an old style camera (hey be lucky he made it this far)

he sets it up to where it takes a picture with a timer and you both pose

After it was done, he looked at the photo and somehow it blurred

he just thought it was a small mistake and tried again

second time, same result

this is where his temper slowly rises and it's shown every time it fails

and after about the 20th time , he smashes the camera

you attempt to calm him down and offered to use your phone

he agrees because he trusts you more than a dumb camera

after you took the photo, he was very happy , it looked wonderful

he didn't care about the camera anymore, he just cared that he got a good photo

I hope you enjoyed!

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🎶 HD Wireless 2021 Reveals! 🎶

TAKE A BOW, CREATORS!! 

The day has finally come, and we can’t wait for everyone to see who created all the wonderful Wireless works that we had the privilege to present to you this year!!

Before we do that, the results of our Guessing Game! The winner, with 43 correct guesses (which gave her 260 points - please don’t question our scoring system) was @sweet-s0rr0w!! Kudos to your super-sleuthing and powers of recognition!!

All the wonderful authors, artists and podficcers who took part this year can be found below the cut. As the mods, we want to extend our thanks to every single talented one of them. Please show them all your love and appreciation!!

🎶 H/D Wireless Animatic and Fic 🎶

📻 rather a lover than a fighter [T, 15k] ✒️ Author and Artist: @parkkate & aceveria / @aceveria-art

🎵 Summary: When Harry loses his voice and his magic, it’s up to Healer Draco to save the day.

🎶 H/D Wireless Art 🎶

📻 The Road to Somewhere [T] 🖌️ Artist: @rainsoakedhello 🎵 Art medium: Digital Art

🎵 Summary: In the end, all roads lead home.

📻 Don't care what they say (I would be stupid to be not on it) [Gen] 🖌️ Artist: @digthewriter 🎵 Art medium: Digital. Photoshop.

🎵 Summary: Harry finally has a chance with Draco and he's not gonna let it go.

📻 Start Over Again [Gen] 🖌️ Artist: milkandhoney / @fictional 🎵 Art medium: Digital Art

🎵 Summary: Do you feel like a chainstore? Or in which one is Graham Coxon and one is Damon Albarn.

📻 Down for What You Want [Teen] 🖌️ Artist: @sugareey 🎵 Art medium: Digital

🎵 Summary: After the war, finding refuge in the clubs of Muggle London is easier than dealing with the shambles of the wizarding world. When Harry and Draco keep running into each other at Apollo's every Saturday night though, they follow their gut instincts to get on the dance floor and discover something they both have been craving for a long time.

📻 What do I do? With a Love That Won’t Sit Still [Gen] 🖌️ Artist: @cambiodipolvere 🎵 Art medium: traditional (graphite)

🎵 Summary: Italian Greyhounds are small and fucked up, but Draco is a big fuck up and that requires scaling.

🎶 H/D Wireless Art and Fic 🎶

📻 A Halo of Fairy Orbs [E, 20.6k] 🖌️✒️ Author and Artist: vivi1138 / @penguinanimagus & Fae_vorite / @faevorite-main-blog 🎵 Art medium: digital art

🎵 Summary: Draco Malfoy has been dead for fifteen years, but the Black Family tapestry doesn’t agree. Upon returning from long years abroad, Harry discovers that his old rival might still be alive, and his revived obsession leads him to Malfoy Manor. There’s a mystery to solve, and Harry is chasing a thrill he hasn’t felt since sixth year. He needs to know.

📻 Oh, Sinnerman [E, 40k] 🖌️✒️ Author and Artist: @lou-isfake and @babooshkart 🎵 Art medium: digital

🎵 Summary: “I’m serious, Potter,” Malfoy said quietly. “That was some real bad luck you had, being there last night. They will come after you, and they will kill you—after torturing you for information on my whereabouts.” He pocketed Harry’s wand, but held on to his knife, twirling it between his fingers. Harry was distracted by its movement, the reflections of the bright, dawning sun on polished silver. “I’m not happy about it, either, but you’re stuck with me for the foreseeable future.” He watched Malfoy’s face for a long time, in a staring contest he wasn’t sure he’d signed up for. Stuck with Malfoy, for the foreseeable future, on the run from a massive crime syndicate that had infiltrated the Ministry and was out for their blood. It was all very familiar, except for the Malfoy part.  

📻 The Crane Lord of Gringotts [E, 31.1k] 🖌️✒️ Author and Artist: @vukovich and @crazybutgood 🎵 Art medium: Origami, photography

🎵 Summary: Harry is fine. Being an Auror is fine. Living with Ginny is fine. It's all fine. But it used to be a lot better.

📻 The World Is A Violent Sky [E, 60k] 🖌️✒️ Author/Artist: writingsbydestiny / @starlitsilvereyes 🎵 Art medium: Digital Art

🎵 Summary: Harry Potter wants to die; Draco Malfoy wants to live — a story of life and death, everything in between and beyond — in the form of scatters of love and hurt like freckles of stars forming into constellations. — Alternative Summary (And Significantly Less Poetic): Four years after the war, Harry remains grief-stricken. In an attempt to discover the parts of him that haven’t died in the Forbidden Forest, he drops off the face of Scotland to travel the world by himself. Along the way, he finds his old enemy, Draco Malfoy, in a Muggle country, looking positively dashing even with a slash of scar decorating his face. As always, Harry’s curiosity leads him to (un)fortunate places.

📻 The Stars Have Courage [M, 85k] 🖌️✒️ Author/Artist: @fantalf 🎵  Art medium: Digital painting

🎵 Summary: Draco can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t move. He can’t hear anything besides the buzzing in his ears. The walls are closing in. The world becomes smaller, narrowing itself to the pain in his chest, and it becomes the only thing that makes sense. He tries to cry. Maybe he is crying, but there are no tears anymore. Luna’s words echo endlessly in his brain. Harry doesn’t remember. Harry doesn’t love Draco. Repeating ceaselessly. Infinite, Harry used to say. No. No. No. Draco can’t lose him again. But he doesn’t know who you are now. He doesn’t love you. He hates you. You are no one. His world turns into an overwhelming pain. And that pain is all that he is. — Draco waited five long years to watch his husband wake up from a coma. He's not ready to meet a Harry with no memory of anything that happened after he died at The Battle of Hogwarts, twelve years ago.

🎶 H/D Wireless Fic Collab 🎶

📻 'Til Your World Burns [E, 25.3k] ✒️ 🖋️Authors: @ladderofyears and @iero0

🎵 Summary: Draco Malfoy is raped and watches as his world falls apart. Harry Potter is the quiet, unassuming wizard who finally listens to him.

🎶 H/D Wireless Fic 🎶

📻 Inside These Walls [M, 5.6k] 🖋️ Author: @jackvbriefs

🎵 Summary: The year before Draco moves to Los Angeles, Harry Potter disappears. Draco doesn't mean to find him. He's just doing his job.

📻 Drive a Little Slower [Gen, 1.6k] 🖋️ Author: bluefay / @thesleepiesthufflepuff

🎵 Summary: He silently willed Harry to drive a little slower. To let him pretend a little longer.

📻 Two Zinnias and the Scent of Lemon [T, 16k] 🖋️ Author: thestarryknight / @the-starryknight

🎵 Summary: The Ministry didn’t turn bad overnight. Harry didn’t suddenly turn rogue either. Between covert Legilimency links and Polyjuice disguises and running and running and running, Draco has forgotten what it is like to have a safe harbor that isn’t a person. If there’s an art to fighting back, then they’ll find it hand in hand.

📻 Two Starts, One Finish [E, 5.5k] 🖋️ Author: @lqtraintracks

🎵 Summary: I feel him before I see him. Nobody stands this close to me while I’m playing, and I’m about to turn to tell him so when he says, “You’re a tough bloke to track down,” and then leans against my baby grand.

📻 Never Gonna Give You Up [E, 5k] 🖋️ Author: InnerLilith

🎵 Summary: Five times Harry rickrolls Draco, and one time Draco gets him back.

📻 Alone Together [T, 3k] 🖋️ Author: @iero0

🎵 Summary: He felt like a spectre, roaming the treeless grounds, the deserted streets of Hogsmeade. It was only the train station—of course it was, Harry thinks—that harboured another sleepless soul that night. They were found as though they had been looking for one another; freezing to the ground at the sight of an unmistakable silhouette in the distance, before wordlessly meeting on the platform. They stood there, side by side, faces to the sky.

📻 Nothing Left to Burn [E, 5,1] 🖋️ Author: skeptique / @skeptiquewrites​

🎵 Summary: Over ten years after their fling crashed and burned, Harry runs into Draco and finds embers still burning bright. Sometimes your ex-lover is (metaphorically) dead. And sometimes it's summertime in Montreal and the past won't let go.

📻 The Isle of Discussion [E, 21.6k] 🖋️ Author: @shealwaysreads

🎵 Summary: Harry and Draco arrive at the shores of Loch Leven to record the magical history of the land. They’re friends now, but up there in the Highlands, amidst the trees and sky and that wild expanse of water their own past is more present than ever; a gap they still can’t bridge. Magic illuminates the truth, but it is Harry and Draco who have to speak it. Happily, it turns out that honesty is, in fact, the best policy.

📻 (You Should Have Been My) High School Lover [T, 3.9k] 🖋️ Authort: @aprofessionalprotagonist

🎵 Summary: After years of carefully avoiding running into Harry Potter, Pansy tricks Draco into attending a party at Grimmauld Place. How is he supposed to deal with a very attractive Potter trying to talk to him?

📻 Both Hands [E, 10.4] 🖋️ Author: @sweet-s0rr0w

🎵 Summary: It’s been over a decade since Draco packed up his belongings and left, and Harry’s doing just fine. Really, he is. So when he spots the For Sale sign outside their old flat, he doesn’t think twice about arranging a viewing. Curiosity is only natural, right? And what harm can come from a quick trip down memory lane?

📻 His favourite piece of art [E, 1.3k] 🖋️ Author: @gnarf

🎵 Summary: Six years after Malfoy had left, Harry suddenly spotted him on the dancefloor of a Muggle club in London. He couldn't let this opportunity slip…

📻 I'll Try to Keep the Walls From Falling Down [M, 14.9k] 🖋️ Author: @drarrelie

🎵 Summary: It’s OK. Love is only meant for some; Harry knows that. Besides, he wouldn’t want to risk this new, amazing friendship he has going on with Draco for anything in the world. Keeping his walls from falling down is the least he can do.

📻 Learn to Fly [T, 11k] 🖋️ Author: @janieohio

🎵 Summary: Harry’s suffocating under all the expectations of the wizarding world, but he’s fascinated at Malfoy’s sudden ability to flaunt his true self to whoever cares to watch. And Harry? He might like to do something more than watch if he can ever get up the nerve.

📻 Restless Dreams (Stay With Me) [T, 5.5k] 🖋️ Author: wanderingeyre

🎵 Summary: At first, Draco thinks the common room is empty, but then he sees Potter sitting on the floor, back to the wall on the far side of the fireplace. His head is thrown back, exposing the brown column of his throat. The curl of his hair looks soft in the firelight. Potter’s glasses are off and there are tracks where tears have wet his cheeks. He looks naked in a way that stabs at Draco, right between the ribs where everything is already bruised.

📻 Letters From Home [T, 1.1k] 🖋️ Author: @articcat621

 🎵 Summary: Writing to each other is all that's getting them through this war.

📻 so lie to me tonight [T, 5.3k] 🖋️ Author: M0stlyVoid / @bonesliketambourines

🎵 Summary: Ginny thought it would be different, after.

📻 Mortal Frame [M, 6.6k] 🖋️ Author: tackytiger / @tackytigerfic

🎵 Summary: Draco’s on a mission, and this time it's personal. But it's not easy to track down something that no one wants to talk about, especially when Harry Potter keeps popping up everywhere Draco goes. Though at least he’s on Draco’s side this time, and if he happens to be useful, and kind, and great in bed—well, Draco’s not exactly complaining. The story of three pubs, one Horcrux, four overpriced sandwiches, and two damaged men just trying to make sure that Bellatrix Lestrange stays dead.

📻 Prologue [T, 4.5k] 🖋️ Author: adavison / @aedwritesfic

🎵 Summary: Ten years after the war, Harry stumbles across Malfoy in a Muggle club. What could have been an awkward encounter might just be a new beginning.

📻 A Care To Fill The Vessel Of Your Heart [M, 2.5k] 🖋️ Author: @onbeinganangel

🎵 Summary: Draco doesn’t care for atonement. Why should he? Forgetting is easier than forgiving. Or it would be, if fate just left him to his own devices. Fate, as per usual, has its own plans.

📻 Like a Dream I Can Reach (but not quite hold) [M, 19.4k] 🖋️ Author: Cassiara / @cassiaratheslytherpuff

🎵 Summary: Harry spends his life waiting for something he isn’t entirely sure he wants, and looking for something he doesn’t know exists. Everything feels ill-fitting until Draco Malfoy enters his life and shows Harry he doesn’t have to want the expected things, and Harry learns happiness doesn't have to look a certain way.

📻 Sun and Rain [M, 4.7k]

🖋️ Author: @isamijoo 

🎵 Summary: Draco Malfoy thinks that being in a relationship with Harry Potter is anything but easy, but then again, what's the sun without the rain?

📻 In Pursuit of Lost Marbles [T, 22k] 🖋️ Author:  Theartfulldodger / @graymatters 

🎵 Summary: Every night after work, Healer Malfoy follows the same routine, beginning with a familiar flight of stairs that leads to the Janus Thickey Ward at St. Mungo's. With an air of professionalism, he introduces himself to Harry, his husband of seven years, when a memory curse makes Harry look at him like a stranger. He tries not to flinch when Harry calls him sir, but he smiles when bits of the old Harry emerge. Eventually, Draco leads Harry to the Pensieve where he shows him pieces of the life they've built together, what Harry will come home to, one day, when this is all over. Then, Draco waits. He waits, and he hopes.

📻 Requiem [T, 1.8k] 🖋️ Author: EvAEleanor / @evaeleanor

🎵 Summary: Requiem — A song of mourning composed or performed as a memorial to a dead person.

📻 Changes With The Moon [Gen, 1.6k] 🖋️ Author: @missdrarrydawn

🎵 Summary: Draco takes a stroll to try to settle his turbulent thoughts, plagued by who he was, who he is and who he could be. A friend offers him a whole new world and Draco struggles with the idea, for there is too much at stake, it isn't worth it. Or—is it?

📻 Chasing Dragons [E, 89.9k] 🖋️ Author: The_Sinking_Ship / @the-sinking-ship

🎵 Summary: Draco can think of only one way to outclass his pleat-front-khaki-wearing politician ex, and that’s by making headlines with an obvious upgrade. And who better to upstage the cheating bastard than the Saviour of the World, Harry Potter himself? Sure, Potter is a little rough around the edges in ripped jeans, a rumpled tartan shirt, and a permanent scowl. Draco reckons a haircut and a shave wouldn’t hurt, either. But Potter is also in need of a Healer willing to keep his secrets, and Draco is just the man for the job. It’s a perfectly reasonable exchange. They need only attend a couple parties arm-in-arm, smile nicely for the paparazzi, and tolerate each other long enough to convince everyone they’re smitten. In return, Draco will keep Potter alive and in one piece. But it isn’t long before Draco realises he might be in over his head, because Potter is ten tonnes of trouble packed into a leather jacket, and seems keen on hurtling himself towards death on the back of a flying motorbike. And that says nothing of Potter’s penchant for fire-breathing beasts and things that bite. Ah well, at least they’ll have some fun while it lasts. After all, Draco always did like a bit of danger.

📻 Drive, Draco [M, 2.4k] 🖋️ Author: Erebeus / @erebeus-roxy

🎵 Summary: got my driver’s license today, but you're not around to see. Can't drive past the places we used to go to 'Cause I still fuckin' love you, babe

📻 Fire [E, 10k] 🖋️ Author: GallifreyisBurning / @gallifrey1sburning

🎵 Summary: Draco Malfoy has never had trouble getting boyfriends. The problem is getting one that doesn’t leave him feeling cold after the first few months. He’s looking for something specific: passion, excitement, someone to keep him on his toes. He just doesn’t know how to go about finding it. After kicking his latest boyfriend to the curb, Draco’s at a loss for what to do next, until it occurs to him that a relationship with his fiery (and hot) Gryffindor colleague might not burn out so quickly—if he can just convince Harry to try it.

📻 Into the Unknown [M, 4.5k] 🖋️ Author: @drarrelie

🎵 Summary: It’s been echoing within him for months, like an annoying song that gets stuck in your head and refuses to let go. A nagging feeling in his core, telling him to say something, to do something, to go somewhere. Last night it finally happened. He did it. And it felt good; right. “I can’t be sure.” Four words, easy as that. It had been almost impossible to smother the sudden burst of joy rushing through him as that deep-seated urge rejoiced his unexpected act of rebellion. You’d think the Dark Lord’s punishment would’ve taken the exhilaration out of him, but no. Here he is, countless Crucios later, beaten and bruised, and never has the voice sounded this clear. He’s said something. He’s done something. And now he just has to go somewhere. He has no idea where, but he’s certain it will come to him. All he has to do is get out of here, then trust magic to do the rest.

📻 Home is What We Make of It [M, 20.3k] 🖋️ Author: @monsieur-hadrien

🎵 Summary: "There was a blistering draft from the child’s bedroom on the opposite side of the hallway. The door’s handle was icy to the touch as she wrapped her hand around the metal. Unlike the rest of the house, the door gave her resistance in her effort to open it. Unlike the rest of the house, when she opened the door, she couldn’t imagine anyone ever living there. Unlike the rest of the house, there was neither love nor warmth nor any semblance of life that seeped from the rest of the house’s walls. It was cold and hard and chilled her to her bones. She shivered. However, her sense of dread was not just from the cold. Perhaps it was the gaping hole in the wall." Harry and Draco want to start a family, but time loves parallels.

📻 Move, move [M, 9k] 🖋️ Author: @maesterchill

🎵 Summary: She grabbed Harry’s hand, slipping something small into it and pressing his fingers around it. “Dilectio. It’ll cheer you up. Make you feel like dancing.” Harry gaped at her. Drugs. Ginny’s fucking giving me drugs? At Stasis nightclub Ginny does indeed give Harry drugs. But it's all good: Malfoy looks after Harry, and Harry grapples with newfound enlightenments, not to mention a newfound fascination with all things Malfoy—one which persists, even when he finds out what Malfoy's up to.

📻 Euphoria [E, 66k] 🖋️ Author: @iero0

🎵 Summary: Driven by trauma, Harry cuts ties with friends and family. From crowded nightclubs and enthralling live shows, Harry finds himself stumbling into a superficial world where he's lonelier than ever. When even the constant blithe of substance-induced highs can't prevent things from becoming what he ran away from, Draco Malfoy finds Harry. Draco, who’s wearing Muggle jeans and who’s listening to Muggle music and who suggests having a nice little chat on mephedrone. And whose nose crumples beautifully when he laughs. Or: A story about Harry trying to cope with the help of drugs until he finds a new addiction. Draco likes to mend things.

📻 Your House [E, 2.9k] 🖋️ Author: @tontonguetonks

🎵 Summary: Draco tries to serve Harry divorce papers, but Harry isn't home.

📻 Misery Loves Company [E, 22.9k] 🖋️ Author: vivi1138 / @penguinanimagus

🎵 Summary: Stuck in his own head, misunderstood and lonely, Harry would love nothing more than to stay hidden in Grimmauld Place until the end of time. Malfoy won’t let him, and that's just what Harry needs.

📻 You Sexy Thing [E, 10.6k] 🖋️ Author: shortie990

🎵 Summary: As Harry began to tap his foot along to the music, the lights flashed like lightning in the middle of a summer storm, and his eye went straight to the middle of the dance floor. His eyes zoomed in on Draco. The blond looked striking as he moved his slender hips to the soulful beat. Harry watched, captivated as he pressed himself up to Pansy and began to sing to the song.

📻 A Love Story of Less-Than-Epic Proportions [E, 39k] 🖋️ Author: InnerLilith

🎵 Summary: Harry and Draco are just friends. Sure, they work together, and live together, and go to gigs together, and do pretty much everything else together—so what? That’s just what friends do. And Harry has no interest in messing with their friendship. He certainly doesn’t need everyone else constantly meddling, pestering them to just get on with it and get together already. He’s having a hard enough time as it is, trying to come to terms with the fact that he probably isn’t ever going to find love. But who needs love, anyways, when you’ve got a best friend?

📻 Cup of tea, Love? [E, 15.1k] 🖋️ Author: shushu_yaoi_lj / @orange-peony 

🎵 Summary: Things between them are easy, so much easier than Harry expected. The problem is the outside world, which grows increasingly and ridiculously difficult. “We could leave,” Draco suggests. Harry has always wanted to travel.

📻 holemate [E, 18.9k] 🖋️ Author:  @vukovich

🎵 Summary: 'Cause I'm sick of losing soulmates So where do we begin? I can finally see you're as fucked up as me So how do we win?

📻 Home is Wherever I’m With You [Gen, 2.6k] 🖋️ Author: persephoneapple

🎵 Summary: Harry plans on proposing to Draco tonight, but it takes a Prophet article and a conversation between Draco and Pansy to realise how much Draco means to him.

📻 When the remembering is done [E, 24.8k] 🖋️ Author: Sassy3 / @sassy-sassy3

🎵 Summary: “–and we’ll make sure that you can stay at home as long as possible before it will be too hard to manage,” Potter finished. Draco could only blink, trying to make sense of the words he had heard before and after he zoned out. He cleared his throat before speaking. “I’m sorry, Potter. Why wouldn’t she be able to live at home?” Draco Malfoy leads a quiet life. Sure, he doesn’t really like his job, and he never imagined he’d have to move back in with his parents at the manor, but at least he has his lovely son Scorpius to dote on. The only problem is that it gets… a bit lonely. But when his mother starts behaving strange and forgetful, he finds himself in need of help from the one person he never reconciled with after the war.

📻 If you smile at me again, I may do something stupid [M, 6.9k] 🖋️ Author: @emilattes

🎵 Summary: Draco made his peace with Harry Potter and their failed relationship two years ago. He's happy with his new boyfriend, but when Harry becomes the man Draco needed him to be, he finds it's much harder to ignore their history.

📻 smoke break [E, 4.3k] 🖋️ Author: saltwatergarden / @talkingtravesties

🎵 Summary: The first few times, they hovered a bit; Draco offered wine and they sat there and sipped and made small talk, until finally Potter would snap and say, “this is stupid,” and reach out to pull Draco into a kiss. After a while, they fell into a rhythm. Sometimes Potter would be in a rush, and he’d just throw himself at Draco the second he was through the door. Other times, he seemed intent on torturing Draco with his slow and teasing kisses. Potter rarely stayed the night, typically Flooing home after they were done, and they never went out, or, for that matter, met at Potter’s place. Draco was very aware of what he was to Potter—a convenience—and despite his pride, he accepted it, because he knew it was the most he was ever going to get from Potter, and far more than he deserved.

📻 4th Day of the New Show [M, 6.2k] 🖋️ Author: @meandminniemcg

🎵 Summary: Lucius, freshly released from Azkaban, shows up at Draco's show. And Harry has been nervous all day. How does Draco handle the situation?

📻 I Want More? [E, 10.7k] 🖋️ Author: @drarryismymuse

🎵 Summary: Draco had successfully avoided British wizarding society for eight years, until necessity drove him to attend a swanky Ministry event. A chance encounter at that event sparks a passionate affair that just might change the course of Draco’s entire life.

📻 Until It All Comes Undone [E, 38.5k] 🖋️ Author: @mystickitten42 

🎵 Summary: Following his confrontation with Voldemort, Harry returns from King’s Cross Station completely changed. He wakes up at Privet Drive with no memory of his past, the war or magic. Petunia, widowed and suffering from empty nest syndrome, is only too happy to turn Harry into Dudley 2.0. But something’s not quite right. Plagued by recurring nightmares, Harry can’t help but feel something is missing. A bottle of his cousin’s LSD helps him to forget his worries… Magic may not be real, but the hallucinations and the hot blond he meets all feel pretty magical to Harry. Having turned his back on his family, Draco is determined to start over and do the right thing. But he’s never made good decisions when it comes to Harry Potter. When Potter—presumed dead, but very much alive—unexpectedly returns, Draco will do anything for a second chance. Even if it means pretending not to know who he is…

📻 When the Day Met the Night [M, 5.7k] 🖋️ Author: Albuss

🎵 Summary: When the day met the night, all was golden in the sky. In the middle of summer. The Battle of Hogwarts is through, and Harry, somehow, isn't. Draco isn't either. In rebellion against all they have endured, the two embark on a summer of adventure, seeking an ember of hope in the darkness. What they find is unforgettable.

📻 Born to Drown [M, 3.2k] 🖋️ Author: @floydig

🎵 Summary: Draco drives a Knight Bus in the slums of Paris. Sometimes his passengers remind him of Harry. But Harry left years ago. Now, Harry is married to Ginny, and Draco drives a bus. You laugh. “Sorry, I don't know why I’m laughing. It’s really not funny—your dad being dead and shrivelled.” “Fuck off.” I turn to face you. Your eyes are red, your pupils almost blown. Your skin is grey-tinged and sallow, and you're not the one who’s dead. “Merlin, Potter,” I say, hoarse. “How much bloody Dreamless did you shoot up this time?” “Enough for me to live.” You grin wide. “You want me to be alive, don’t you?” Your raw-bitten lips, your chipped teeth, your fucking mouth. I hate all of them, but really I don’t.

📻 Stop And Stare [T, 36.5k] 🖋️ Author: devilishcries

🎵 Summary: After surviving your everyday war-torn childhood, Harry had found a constant rhythm to his life. The thing is, he didn't quite like it. It was repetitive, dull, and he badly wanted to switch it up. So, when he stumbled upon Draco Malfoy on the verge of committing arson in a muggle library, he proposed a deal neither could refuse. (Well, Malfoy was desperately trying to refuse it. But that wasn't the point!) What he failed to factor in was how pretty Malfoy's hands were. One thing led to another, and suddenly, he was obsessed with the idea of holding them.

📻 Wicked Game [E, 20.9k] 🖋️ Author: @cassiopeiasshadow

🎵 Summary: Harry and Draco fall into a spring that allows them to enter into each other’s dreams - but Harry doesn’t quite understand what’s happening, not at first. Why does he keep seeing Draco having kinky sex with a dream version of Harry? And furthermore, why does he like it? Morpheus’ tail twitched irritably. “I warned you away from the poppies. The blame lies with you.” “Me? Potter’s to blame for this, he’s the one who dragged me out to this miserable -” “You would do well not to insult the home of those whom you ask for help,” said Morpheus coolly, though Harry saw a bit of detached amusement in his expression. Malfoy had no self awareness. It’s adorable how stupid he is, Harry thought, and then caught himself thinking Malfoy was adorable and became deeply troubled. “I’m…” Malfoy closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. “Sorry. Please - I need advice. I can’t keep him out of my dreams.”

📻 Dedication and Desperation [T, 6.1k] 🖋️ Author: meditationsinemergencies / @meditationswrites

🎵 Summary: Diagnosed with a rare and serious illness, Draco has mostly given up until Harry comes to visit.

📻 Famous [E, 23.9k] 🖋️ Author: fwooshy / @fw00shy

🎵 Summary: It's a couple of years after the war, and Harry's bored of models now, the same way he's bored of Ron's constant nagging, bored of his Weasley monogram knitwear, bored of the same fucking grin that greets him when he hands his fire-truck red Bugatti over to the valet every night. He wants to find—well, he isn't sure what he wants. Anything but models. Harry is in the mood for...messy. And Draco Malfoy's looking like a walking disaster in the making.

📻 stitched and sewn [E, 7.9k] 🖋️ Author: @wheezykat

🎵 Summary: Harry shudders, fingertips pulsing against Draco’s thighs. He can feel the sharp, metal edge of Harry’s wedding band digging into his flesh, knows he’ll have a bruise there in the morning, a small imperfection that only he’d be able to see. It’s one of the only marks he’ll vanish, not wanting to think about its implications; the rest he’ll keep for himself. Slowly, Harry relaxes, shoulders sinking, breaths changing their cadence to a new tempo. Resigned, surrendered to this dance they do.

📻 Watch the Castles Burn [E, 21.3k] 🖋️ Author: @moonflower-rose

🎵 Summary: Draco Malfoy knows better than to get involved with Harry Potter. If only someone would have reminded him of that six months sooner, then maybe he wouldn't be in quite such a large mess.

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📻 Modern Love [E, 61k, 5h29m] 🎙️ Podficcer: @lastontheboat 🖋️ Author: tackytiger

🎵 tackytiger’s original summary: Harry Potter, of all people, knows that life isn’t always fair. And no one gets to be happy all of the time. But surely there’s something more—something better—than a rubbish Ministry job, and a lonely old house, and that feeling that everyone out there is doing a better job of living than Harry is. And it really doesn’t seem fair that Draco Malfoy is back in Harry’s life, all of a sudden, and even though he’s wandless, and living with Muggles, and making his mother cry with his lifestyle choices, he’s happy. So what’s he doing right, that Harry isn’t? Because things don’t really change, do they? And if Harry can’t be happy, he’ll settle for a good night’s sleep, some posh antiques, and the opportunity to find out what Malfoy has been up to for all these years. And that’s what starts it all.

📻 [Podfic] How Can I Live Without You? [Gen, 2.2k, 15min 29sec] 🎙️ Podficcer: Static_Whisper 🖋️ Author: ununquadius

🎵 ununquadius’ original summary: After Draco's death, Harry wonders how can he live without the one he loves when he's so far away.

📻 [Podfic] Keep Holding On [M, 33.3k, 3hrs 37min] 🎙️ Podficcer: @thunder-of-dragons 🖋️ Author: gnarf

🎵 gnarf’s original summary: After the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry and Draco both fall into their own battles with their mental states. Draco is sent to Azkaban, and Harry turns to drinking, hoping to forget. Months later, Harry visits St Mungo’s new ward on the request of a friend, only to find Draco in a deep vegetative state. Not willing to give him up, Harry stays by his side, while simultaneously dealing with the Ministry's newest grand idea to make everything worse. Making new allies, and losing old ones along the way, will hopefully be worth it in the end.

📻 [Podfic] Kill, Fuck, Marry [E, 12.7k, 1:27:55] 🎙️ Podficcer: @timothysboxers  🖋️ Author: lettersbyelise 

🎵 lettersbyelise’s original summary: Malfoy leans toward him with a baleful look. “I do believe Pansy Parkinson, my best friend, paid you to spend the evening with me. It’s my birthday, Potter. So you’re going to get off your Gryffindor arse, and you’re going to dance with me. I want to dance. I want to win. I want that bloody trophy on my shelf before the end of the night.” Harry and Draco unexpectedly meet again on Draco’s birthday, years after their last encounter.

📻 [Podfic] You Still Look Like a Movie / You Still Sound Like a Song [T, 3.2k, 19:43 min] 🎙️ Podficcer: bluedreaming / @blue--dreaming 🖋️ Author: shilo1364

🎵 shilo1364’s original summary: Harry Potter doesn't want to attend his ten-year Hogwarts Reunion Ball. He doesn't want to dance. And he *definitely* doesn't want to remember his former lover, Draco Malfoy. Of course, his life has never really been dictated by what he wants.