#messy rendering my beloved

[fraudefiscal]

sorry I haven't been posting a lot, have these as a treat

[ruporas]

dragon meat, you, and me

[dispotatorulzz]

Fellas is it gay to get mirrored vampire fang piercings with your vampire bestie

[deadbaguette]

See something you like?

[kissinkou]

COME AND GET IT NOW !

ft. college best friend! choso kamo

cw : kissing. making out. clothed grinding. groping. cursing. mentions of cum. allusions to s3x. whiny, inexperienced choso my beloved :3

you don’t know how, or when, or why this topic of discussion had come up.

what you remember is sitting in your small student dorm room, splayed out over your pink linen sheets and your puffy white duvet. your best friend, choso, is sat on the end with twiddling thumbs as he examines your room as if he had never seen it before.

truth be told, he’s seen it more times than he could count. girly and poster ridden, desk messy with papers from your professor and rainbow highlighters dropped to the floor.

you’re rambling on about your latest failed date, complaining since the moment you had entered your abode with a bounce as you hit your soft mattress.

“ way too much tongue. he was practically slobbering all over me ! and he didn’t even pay for my food. how dumb is that ?! ”

in the corner of your eye, you can see choso’s face screw into a look you can’t decipher. he hums, knee now bouncing up and down with the slightest taps of his foot.

“ cho ? you okay ? ” you ask in confusion, eyebrow quirked up in questioning.

“ what did it feel like ? ” was certainly not the question you were expecting to come from choso’s mouth.

“ uh… whadya mean ? ”

he debates with himself for a few moments, considering whether or not to ask, but he knows you. you’re not going to give up unless he tells you now.

“ yknow… kissing and stuff… ”

if you were surprised before, you’re appalled now. why would a hot college guy be asking you about sex lives ? and he’s your best friend at that. you can see the puzzle pieces forming, until suddenly, it clicks.

“ holy shit cho ! have you never fucked anyone ? or wait… have you even kissed anyone ? ”

choso’s eyes are darting from you to the floor, heat flooding his cheeks at his random outburst of a question.

“ mm… no… not really… ”

you’re rendered absolutely speechless at this new information bestowed upon you. your best friend of many years, who just so happens to be quite the attractive guy, hasn’t even had his face sucked ? you couldn’t help but giggle in either shock or pure humor, and choso’s face is almost burning red.

“ w-what the fuck ! that’s crazy, you’ve gotta be kidding me ! ” you start, laughter dying down at the pout that takes over his lips. “ sorry… sorry. uh, so you want me to tell you about it ? ”

you can see the sudden glint that takes over choso’s brown eyes, mustering up the courage to ask the question that’s been eating him alive day in and day out.

“ … could you teach me instead ? please… ”

———

that’s how you ended up here, you and your best friend laying on your bed, stripped of any innocence that could be left lingering between you two.

your legs straddle his waist, and his bulge is evidently growing underneath you. his hands are shaky, carefully leaving featherlight touches at the skin of your hip in nervousness.

“ um… so just close your eyes… and follow what i do okay… ? ”

the gulp choso takes makes his adams apple bob, eyes closing at your intstruction. you lean in, hot breath fanning over his face in the briefest moment of hesitation. his heart is pounding, and you aren’t exactly sure why, but yours is too.

you dont hold yourself back when you mold your lips against his, feeling him stiffen under you at the sudden feeling of your kiss. you move your lips again, and he follows, kissing over and over with your lead. you hold the reigns when you dart your tounge out to lick over his bottom lip, him opening his mouth to let you in.

the longer you two make out, the more confident you both are becoming. your hands travel from his arms to his chest, touching in areas you never thought you would in your lifetime. his hands move from your hips, lower and lower before just barely hovering against your ass. he’s shy.

breaking apart the kiss for only a moment to whisper into his mouth, “ it’s okay cho… i want you to touch me. ”

that’s all the conformation he needs to give in to the desires he’s had for who knows how long, squeezing and groping at you like his life depends on it. the kisses you share grow needy, searing hot with the tingles that travel from your feet up to the top of your spine.

choso softens into a whimpering mess, bucking his hips the more heated things get. you’re devouring eachother, hungry and feverish with the sucks and bites that has you grinding back onto choso’s hardened tent in his pants.

“ f-fuck ! am i doing good ? please… please touch me. i want more. ” is what choso whines out, grinding his hips back into yours, desperate for any attention you can give him.

clothed and feverous, the sway of your hips has you both whining and moaning into eachothers mouths. you’re sure if you both kept going, choso just might cum in his pants.

“ ah!— cho… ” you start, voice dripping in desire with the pretentious touches you leave on the man you call out for,

“ want me to teach you how to fuck a girl, too ? ”

©KISSINKOU — do not copy, steal, plagiarize, take inspo from without consulting, or translate my work.

[illustratedartist]

I Will Drag Your Beloved City Into Oblivion 💀 🎃

I FREAKIN MISSED HALLOWEEN BUT SHHHHHHH

Lets just pretend I posted this on time, for my sanity please

Im EXTREMELY pleased with this! I tried something a little differently with really messy textured strokes, and I think it just fits Scarecrow SO well!

But no joke this was a NIGHTMARE to render, I was having a lot of trouble with keeping Scarecrow the main focus, but I figured it out after weeks of tears lol!

And if you havent noticed I finally made it to batman Arkham Knight and I am STRUGGLING

Enjoy and I hope you had a safe Halloween!!

[faun-draws]

Minthy my beloved dual wielding paladin! I had to draw a better version of her with her hair down. And there is no way our messy bun Queen has super smooth hair. It’s always a little messy looking.

Anyway .. I haven’t drawn anything this rendered in ages. I hope everyone likes it:) please do not repost it anywhere else

[yanderes-galore]

Hey man. I have a request. Can you do a Yandere Alphabet for Twilight Sparkle?

Sure I can! Pony darling as usual. I'm excited to write for my favorite character :) (It's swapped to Twilight recently)

Old Yandere! Twilight Concept

Yandere Alphabet - Twilight Sparkle

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Violence, Delusional behavior, Jealousy, Blood mention, Implied murder, Kidnapping, Love spell, Manipulation, Restraints, Forced relationship.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Twilight would get pretty intense. She's a delusional perfectionist who wants everything to be perfect between you. She takes notes and tries to appeal to you in any way she can.

Twilight would try to be affectionate and accommodating to her obsession.

"Friendship" like this is new to her, after all.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Twilight is much more of a manipulator than a violent pony who picks fights. Although she may, if driven to it since she's always put under stress, get some blood on her hooves. She is quick to clean up afterwards, however.

Can't have her beloved finding out, yeah?

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Twilight is sure to care for you once she has you in her castle. She'd never mock you. She'd give you your own room (or you share one with her). It's all so spacious, too!

You should be lucky, right? A princess has fallen for you! She'll give you everything you could ever need or want!

You won't ever have to leave.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

She'll try not to, but if you resist then she may just have to use that love spell she found.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Oh Twilight tries to be open with how she feels. She's vulnerable around you and speaks her mind. It's always her gushing about you.

I'd say she's always honest with you... but she really isn't.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

She'd panic for a moment before finding a way to deal with it. In her research before she took you in she learned a few useful spells. Including one that deprives a pony of magic... making unicorns unable to cast and pegasi unable to fly.

So she'd remove your magic then maybe even cuff your leg to the wall. Maybe even cast a love spell. Her beloved shouldn't fight her...

She only wants to love you.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Not a game, freaks out when you try to escape.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Forced under a love spell or being rendered powerless and trapped... all of that.

Twilight would never let you catch her hurting those close to you, but if you did, that may be the worst.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Definitely wants to research the obsession she has with you. She probably knows to a degree her feelings aren't normal. But she has to find the cause, right?

Although once she's given in... now she just wants to be with you. She wants to date. She wants to get married.

She just wants you.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Yes and she tries to rationalize it at first. This must be normal.

Then she may start getting more stressed about it. She needs to keep you from other ponies! She needs to do something!

Coping may become lashing out when she's stressed enough. Once she's driven to possible murder, she feels horrible of course.

But at the same time... it feels right.

No pony can take you.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

When she first meets you she's typical Twilight. Although over time she gets more curious and obsessive. Is her friendship really friendship?

She follows you, wants to always be included, and very invasive with her questions. She becomes manipulative and maybe even a bit twitchy depending on how far she's gone. She just slowly getting worse and worse...

Right up until you're trapped in her castle.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

She becomes your friend before things go from there, it occurs much like the above answer actually.

She does her research on spells, she stalks you, asks others about you. She originally write to Celestia about you.

Then she realizes... Celestia shouldn't know about everything she's doing.

It's best to just be kept secret.

When she wants to take you in or gets desperate enough, she may use a love spell to have you.

Until she can isolate you.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Yes. This darker behavior is new for her.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

She'd never physically hurt you. She'd remove your magic then cuff you to a wall with a bed. You'll be isolated for a bit... until she feels like you can behave again.

You won't get your magic back.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Not many... unless she has to.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Very patient.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

No, she'd be devastated.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

A little and maybe, depends on how far she's gone.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Hard to say, curiosity?

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Horrible, she does everything she can to make you happy again.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Not really.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Pretending to reciprocate then essentially hiding. She'll find you though.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

No.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

She isn't entirely a worship yandere but she does show similar traits. She'd search all of Equestria to find you if she lost you.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Maybe months to a couple years? Most likely months.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Yes.

[opinions-about-tiaras]

I think it's okay for people to be disappointed and feel misled and maybe even a little upset Scott Pilgrim Takes Off wasn't a more straightforward adaptation.

It's a masterwork as a piece of media, of course; a AU-that's-also-a-sequel based on both the movie AND the graphic novels, in dialogue with both, telling a tight, near-flawless story with immaculate animation and voice acting that, quite frankly, often makes the 2010 movie look poorly directed. (Tony Oliver is getting a LOT more out of these people in the booth than Edgar Wright managed to in front of the camera, frankly.)

And that's part of the problem, I think.

Scott Pilgrim vs. The World oozed charm out of every shot; it's beloved by everyone who worked on it, which is always a good sign. But as an adaptation it was flawed in ways that were inevitable. Sacrifices had to be made to fit all six graphic novels that are deliberately messy and are meant as separate narrative arcs into something that runs on the big screen in less than two hours.

That meant a lot had to go missing. The original graphic novels were often leisurely rom-coms where they weren't stark, raw looks at emotional dysfunction, and a big part of their structure was the secondary and supporting cast. A lot of that had to go. Knives entire arc was cut to the bone. Stephen Stills being a hot mess and his weird and hilarious offscreen gay awakening went into the trash. The heart of Volume Four (still the best volume FIGHT ME), Lisa Miller's instigating presence, junked. Roxie Richter and the Katayanagi Twins are reduced basically to jokes. Envy Adams is given just enough to be a villain but none of what she needed to be a real person, which is a big deal in the comics. Even Gideon gets short shrift; the emotional violations and the dark, stinking, malign weaponization of emotional headspace that make him work in the comics are thrown aside in favor of him being a more straightforward supervillain using mind control chips.

And of course the biggest person to get shanked was Kim Pine. Kim had a storyline of quiet desperation, of seeking intimacy while being desperately terrified of it, romantic and sexual awakenings she isn't equipped to handle, deep and personal betrayals almost every volume that she nonetheless perseveres through. That had to go as well.

When I heard there was an animated adaptation coming, I was thrilled that I would finally get to see all of that rendered onto the screen. Scott Pilgrim was born to be an animated series more than it ever was live-action (and it's been proven multiple times over the past five years especially that animation can produce something wildly special when adapting a comic source handled properly) and it was finally going to have the breathing space to do it RIGHT.

Only it isn't that at all.

I wouldn't trade Scott Pilgrim Takes Off for the more straightforward adaptation we were expecting. The series has sunk its hooks deep into my brain, it's like I'm 29 again, driving my terrible, jank-ass car five hours to Toronto to attend the release party of the final volume. There's so much special about it; Knives and Kim's beautiful love duet is one of the most tender, pure things I've ever seen. The League of Evil Exes as a bumbling cadre of weirdos. Everything to do with Roxie Richter.

But it also means that we're probably deeply unlikely to get that more straightforward adaptation anytime soon. And that makes me feel like something has been lost.

And I respect the feelings of those who are disappointed and upset by it. Especially given that the marketing for Scott Pilgrim Takes Off was deliberately deceptive. I think that's a valid way to feel.

[l-e-morgan-author]

my current wip list

Hands Made for Gentleness is about my two dear idiots Vaniah and Anneka, who get married to dodge an arranged-marriage law. Vaniah is incredibly traumatised by events in his past. Anneka discovers this as time goes by. It's a story of healing, mainly, and mental health. Boatload of trigger warnings (Vaniah is severely depressed, suicidal and all that goes with that, while Anneka is in recovery from anorexia) but I love them so much and I love the energy that's between them. At this moment I'm writing a scene in which they're arguing because Vaniah abruptly shut down a kissing scene without explanation and the conversation afterwards got mildly heated. Also they basically end up in a QPR more than a traditional romantic relationship and I love that for them. They're late twenties or so during this novel. First draft.

Patience, Changing is about Patience and her adopted sister Rhona. Patience is my autistic darling, Rhona is my current Discord pfp and anyway I love them. They have interpersonal conflicts that form the nucleus of the novel, but they work them out in the end. Teenagers, and absolutely no romantic relationships in this story which I love. Also it's set in my home city of Melbourne. First draft.

To Kindle a Flame is the first book of an embarrassingly big series. I first wrote the earliest draft for camp nanowrimo or nanowrimo itself, 2017. It started out as one book, in fact started out as a simple response to a concept outlined and failed to bring to a satisfying conclusion by a Christian book by someone in my denomination - In Search of Life by Anna Tikvah. I loved the concept (girl has questions about life, turns to the Bible and reads it, things happen), but then Verity never questioned that the Bible was true, which seemed wack to me. So I started writing a story in which my main character (Adira) found a copy of the Bible and then began to read it, but the whole time she's questioning it. It turned into about 300k of messy drafting (I've drafted it uhh three times by now and am gradually working on overhauling it, grabbing what bits I can and then finishing the draft, ideally this year) and has become a story about mental health, choices and the way people figure out beliefs. In the Gospels there's a line in which Pilate says "What is truth?" - that's basically the tagline of To Kindle a Flame. It's also dystopian. It's my beloved baby. Anyway I'm normal about this story. Also Adira is autistic. Oops. I didn't intend that. I just looked at her character one day and went Yet Another Autistic Character Ay. xD It's also set in Melbourne, but aforementioned dystopia renders Melbourne unrecognisable. I've done a bunch of worldbuilding on her. Also features the character who was the first openly queer character I ever wrote - Tom, who's bi, though he ends up married to Adira and never has a mlm relationship during the story (has prior - in the story he's side B). Somewhere between first and second drafts.

Do Roses Cast Shadows? was the most recent nanowrimo, and I got a grand total of 12k into it. I uh. Don't know what's going on really. I don't recall much, but I'd like to get back to it someday. My characters are Wren and I can't recall the male main character's name.

They Told Me To Name My Demons is a poetry collection I'm working up to publication someday. It's about Christianity, suicidality, depression, autism and identity. I plan to include 100 poems and 7 prose pieces, of which I've so far written and somewhat edited 84 poems (might have a few more, I haven't crossreferenced with my phone lately) and 4 pieces of prose. The title is from a blog post I read years ago and then wrote a poem in response to. Most of the poems have been written in the last year or two. I chase inspiration where I see it. First draft.

Sparks Under Heaven is a collection of five short stories/novellas, all connected to To Kindle a Flame (one features Adira, two her grandfather, one someone another character knew in his youth and the other focuses on an event from To Kindle a Flame but from someone else's perspective). I've had it professionally edited but the edits are sitting there still waiting to be touched, largely. Second-last round of edits before I self publish.

Through Lightning, Through Thunder was nanowrimo 2022, the happiest novel I've ever written and absolutely beloved. It features Taira (rabbit), Paddy (fox), Sheba (lynx), and various less important characters. It started out life as a Narnia fanfic, focused around my original characters with occasional mentions of the Four. It was 15k. Then I fleshed it out into a full original novel, 100k-and-counting. Oopsie. The good guys are trying to stop an evil dragon being resurrected (based on the Witch scene in Prince Caspian). In the end everyone lives happily ever after. Yay. Second draft.

[Inklings story] is about Hadassah, autistic darling of my heart who is thrown through a portal and discovers a found family on the other side, essentially. Downtrodden autistic but becomes happy and confident. First draft.

The Time Travelling Midwife is about Felicity, ALSO autistic (surprise!). I haven't got very far with this one either, it exists mostly in vibes in my mind. It's best summarised as the story with the time travelling midwife, who travels in time, is an angel, tries to stop evil from prevailing and when it does eventually through the building of the tower of Babel (mainly facilitated by one of her colleagues), her time travelling powers are taken away and she ends up settling somewhere in the 1900s and having a happy life. First draft.

Only the first and second are in active development right now. Please ask me about any part of any thing of this post. I copied and pasted directly from the Discord in which I rambled about them.

If I've forgotten any wips that you know about please tell me, lol. And this is only about full length novels or collections, not shorter stories.

[scummy-writes]

The Shirt Thief

A short fluff fic between Isaac and Mc, 1277 words.

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It wasn't often Isaac was left speechless. Tongue-tied? Often. Lost in thought, not acknowledging what was said? Constantly. But being rendered incapable of any response out of pure bewilderment was rare.

His hand gently dropped to his side after closing your door behind him, knuckles twinged pink after knocking to no avail. Concern brought him to open the door regardless, and even after stepping into your room to confirm his eyes weren't playing tricks on him, he remained perplexed.

Why… was his shirt displayed out on your bed?

It had been quite some time since he had spent the night in your room, as for some reason you preferred his messy one. And often if he had…stripped… he wore the same outfit to his room the next morning.

How did you come across a shirt of his?

.

"Your shirt?"

Arthur and Dazai crowded Isaac at his desk, ignoring his obvious annoyance. The moment they noticed how distracted he was when they came in, they started badgering him with questions until he finally gave in.

And now, he rubbed his temple, feeling his mood sour.

"Must the two of you always come to bother me?"

"I just wanted to see Harry, little bloke is adorable. I don't know why Dazai tagged along," Arthur shrugged, making a point to sidestep away from the man.

Dazai, however, stepped closer to the fellow writer, "I simply felt like visiting my beloved Ai-chan."

Awful.

"Regardless, why was your shirt there, of all things?" Arthur got back to the topic at hand.

"I can't fathom why…" Isaac admitted, "I keep track of my clothes, perhaps there was a stain she was working on? But I'm not that messy…"

"Do you think it's from a tangle in the sheets?"

Was it possible? Isaac frowned, holding his chin in hand, "but I just can't recall…"

"Haha! Dear god, don't let the bird hear that. She'd be torn to bits knowing you couldn't remember a night together!"

Isaac processed what Arthur said, then flushed.

"O-Of course not! As if I'd f-forget…"

"Perhaps… She wanted to dress like our Ai-kun?" Dazai questioned, but Isaac rolled his eyes with a huff.

"That's preposterous, and she'd have much more than a shirt for that."

"Maybe it's the start of a collection? Maybe our bird is more of a magpie-"

"If the two of you are just playing to get on my nerves, then leave me be. I have enough hassle with le Recteur alone…"

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By luck, Isaac had stumbled upon you later in the sitting room, working on dusting the rarely used space. Once it was clear it was your last chore of the evening, Isaac helped you finish it up before joining you to walk to your room.

But, curiously, you weren't keen on letting him inside. Was it due to the shirt? Did you not want him to see?

"In truth, I wanted to speak to you alone…" He admitted, watching your mouth open and close as you debated words. He shouldn't have, really, but he added on what he knew would do you in, "...Please?"

You blushed, fumbling with what to say, before you finally cracked the door open.

"A-alright…"

And it was exactly how he remembered it from this morning: the sheets tucked in immaculately, the curtains tied to let the sun billow in, your makeup for the day cluttered at your vanity… his shirt neatly spread out on your bed…

The longer he stared at it, contemplating what exactly to ask, your face turned pink. You stood there awkwardly, unsure of how to address the elephant in the room, until he finally spoke up.

"Why… is one of my shirts here?"

Your cheeks continued to burn, but after a few moments fidgeting with your fingers, you finally inched closer to your closet.

"You're forbidden to laugh at me," you warned, but didn't give him the time to respond. Quickly, you pulled out a pink plush rabbit from your closet. The toy was about three feet long, if he ignored it's long ears.

It rested gingerly in your grasp, before you slowly wrapped your arms around it's middle, resting your chin on top of it's head.

"You remember, don't you?" You questioned, not meeting his confused gaze, "when you bought me this?"

"Of course. When you were sick shortly after we began dating."

And how could he forget that? You were so stubborn and refused to rest at first. You tried hiding your sniffles and focused on chores away from the residents, but even Comte couldn't seem to sway you. It wasn't until Isaac had scolded you for being reckless, reminding you that you'd want the same for him, that you finally agreed to lay down and recover with rest.

"I was so lonely, and I hated being in my room all alone… So for when you couldn't be with me since you were teaching, you bought me this bunny to keep me company."

"I remember," he confirmed, smiling fondly, "you pouted so much when you wanted to hug me, but couldn't."

"I didn't want you to get sick too," and again, you pouted, letting out a small sigh, "but… sometimes I still get lonely."

You did?

Isaac watched with worry as you moved to sit on the bed, beside his shirt, dour in expression as you eyed the clothing. As if it was a crime to have.

But Isaac was more concerned now over how you had been feeling, and why he hadn't noticed.

"I don't want you to think I'm childish- I know it's fine to not spend every night together. I mean, sometimes we need to be apart…It's fine… just some nights, I get lonely and wish you were here." You finally explained further, seemingly sinking more into the plush rabbit by the moment.

"Why do you think I'll find you childish for admitting that?" Isaac gingerly sat beside you on the bed, resting his hand in your back.

"Because… Isn't it childish to be so clingy? I-I mean," nervously, your fingers toyed with the shirt resting on the bed, playing with the buttons, "...I took your shirt and put it on the bunny, since your cologne was still on it, it made me feel as though I was hugging you… but now I just look like a creep."

The two of you sat in silence as Isaac processed what you said. The first thought he had was imagining the plush absolutely swallowed in his shirt, and your attempts at hugging it- and he snickered.

"You weren't supposed to laugh!"

Oh, that was a genuine pout from you, but he couldn't help it. With a smile, he pulled you into his arms, plush and all.

"It is not childish to miss me. I think it's perfectly natural… and cute."

"C-cute?"

"I miss you as well, you know," he admitted, feeling relieved that even you, his stubborn, loving sweetheart, experienced this too, "and there are times where you fall asleep before me in my bed, while I research, and I find myself missing when you were awake."

Finally, you glanced up at him, meeting his gaze with hopeful eyes, "r-really?"

"What reason do I have to lie?"

And at last, you set aside the plush rabbit, wrapping your arms tightly around him instead. With a squeeze, your shoulders dropped as you spoke, "t-thank god- I was so nervous you'd find me ridiculous!"

"Nonsense. You're curious, but never ridiculous."

The giggle that came from you caused him to chuckle, planting a kiss on your forehead.

"Tomorrow, let's go into town. I'll show you what cologne I wear, and we'll spend the day together, okay?"

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I wrote this...in like two hours... very impromptu and did not glance over it for mistakes more than twice.

I just thought Mc the shirt thief, purely out of missing snuggles, was a cute idea.

I'm not using my tag list on this one since its a rough impromptu one 🙇‍♀️ sorry, from my understanding, everyone wants to be tagged in finished pieces rather than silly stuff like this.

Masterlist | Ikevamp/Ikepri Server

[yvtro]

☕️ I’d really like to here your thoughts on Cass Cain or Superman

☕️ cass: i love cass. her guilt complex and how she strives for virtue really compels me. it's just that it took me a long while to really get into her character and understand her, because

1. perhaps in a surprising fit, i had read more of shiva's content before i ever got even to cassandra's essential reading, and i felt a bit resentful that wu-san became her foil. i also was not sold on their relationship back then and i'm still a bit ambivalent about that. don't get me wrong, there's some really great stuff about it that makes me feel like i swallowed a knife. (in a good way, of course.) i'm just stubborn sometimes.

2. the whole 'brought up to be a weapon' storylines are not very appealing to me. i like when there's more space for ambiguity and messiness in character's tragic backstories. this part really just boils down to the matter of taste.

3. the way she's portrayed in some books and fanon just completely throws me off (which is not me saying that she's a bad character or anything; it's a complaint that i have about pretty much every dc character, so consider it more of a rant about the writers and content creators). she's often infantilised and idealised in a way that imo renders the narrative infinitely boring, and has rather racist and ableist connotations.

☕️ superman: i'm not sure if you're asking about the character or the title, but i love both. superman was what got me into comics in the first place. it's v frustrating how the title is often labeled as boring purely because of its mainstream status. clark's identity as a refugee and the theme of connecting to one's heritage are so special to me as an immigrant, and there's lots of other elements that make his origin very unique (climate change?? hello). (<- although i guess all of these elements are much more evident in kara's story.) i guess one thing about how i curate my experience with his character is that i do not care much for his jla business, since i'm rather enamoured with his solo titles, his legacy, characters integral to his life as a civilian (like Lois, my beloved) and his job as a journalist (i really miss the times when it mattered more! modern adaptations esp don't seem to consider it interesting to properly explore and include in the narrative). also, a sidenote, i'm esp fond of series' exploring clark's childhood and youth, which i guess is a result of being introduced to his character via smallvile.

[your-sweet-cookies]

What’s your all-time favorite memory?

I have many wonderful memories, but perhaps one of my all-time favorite memories it's one of the first interactions I had with my dear beloved Niragi! I remember it even now... It was during the start of my first year of University...

~ Flashback ~

The beginning of the University year! A time full of energy and movement due to the swarms of students arriving back for another semester full of work, projects, studying, parties and stress, so that they could get ready to readjust themselves to the campus life, or if they were freshmen, to accommodate to this new form of lifestyle.

Kukki just so happened to be one of the first years of that new school year and since she'd just arrived at the Tokyo University's campus for the first time, she was a bit disoriented on top of being somewhat nervous. This was the start of a new chapter in her life, a new beginning, and she was rather excited and a bit scared about what was to come next. She was curious about the kind of people she will meet here and eager to study the realms of the human mind. So Kukki was determined to not start it on a wrong foot!

But as it happens, her luck wasn't soo great and in her first day there, she'd already managed to get lost while looking for the dorm rooms...

That was probably to be expected for someone as unlucky as she was, the silver haired though to herself after wandering aimlessly around the giant University grounds for the last one and a half hours, as she stopped all hopeless on one of the many courtyard benches. She heaved a deep sigh and rested her face in her hands.

What was she going to do? She couldn't spend all day looking for a dumb building! Plus, on top of that she had to organize her stuff in the new room, get the week schedule for the semester, finish delivering her documents to the secretariat and some other minor, yet annoying administrative things that had to be done before the start of school.

The young woman heaved a deep sigh. It couldn't be helped, at this rate she had to go on and ask one of the older students or staff members for instructions on where the freaking dorm rooms were located. Of course, that would've been the right thing to do from the very start, but given her shy and somewhat antisocial demeanor, talking to strangers came kinda hard for her and that's why she avoided that for the time being, struggling on her own. But now she didn't have any other choice, unless...

'I'm saved!' A big smile illuminated her gloomy features when her gaze landed on a giant billboard showcasing the full map of the campus. 'Why the heck haven't I seen that earlier?!' Kukki thought to herself and got up from the bench, starting to hurry towards the life saving map. But as she was walking fast like that, only paying attention to the billboard in front of her and nothing else, the young woman didn't even realize the other person coming from the side, staring at their phone screen, which caused the two to collide into each other.

Next thing she knew, Kukki was lying on the ground, with her luggage next to her and the documents she was holding just moments ago, scattered all around her on the grass. 'H-Huh?' She blinked for a few moments, as if trying to register what the heck just happened and the next thing she heard was an angry voice, reprimanding her. "Hey, look where you're going!" The voice startled her and rendered her even more confused than she already was.

Looking now in front of her, she finally noticed the other person, who collided into her as they were both walking, leading them both to fall to the ground. The other one was an older student, probably in his final years, staring annoyed with his brows furrowed at her. Mid shoulder length raven hair brushed in a messy half bun, familiar dark brown eyes, face piercings and a cold stare... Kukki noted the man's features, not even realizing that now she was staring at him. 'Handsome...' Was her next thought followed by a blush, before she was brought back to reality by another scoff and rude retort from the man. "Got a problem?! Stop staring at me!"

"W-What?" Kukki finally muttered, a feeling of awkwardness creeping up on her as she realized that she was in fact ogling at him like a weirdo. "I-I... I was not... Uh... s-staring... I-I..."

"Are you daft or something?! I said watch where you are going! You bumped into me and almost made me drop my phone, you idiot!" Of course, it was his fault for staring at his phone while walking, instead of minding his surroundings, but he wasn't going to admit that and instead threw the blame on her. "But I didn't..." Kukki was still confused, she could've sworn there wasn't anyone in her direct line of vision as she was walking, otherwise she would've avoided them.

"Whatever, I don't have time for this!" He started getting back up, mumbling and grumbling under his breath, but right as he was about to leave, a slight ounce of common sense seemed to reach him, maybe as he realized it was actually his mistake, making him rethink his actions and heave a sigh. The man turned around and stretched a hand out to her to help her get up. Kukki stared at the hand for a few moments then at its owner, before hesitantly accepting it and getting back up on her feet.

"I-I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to bump into you! I don't even know what happened or how and why it happened, since I was looking where I was walking and..." She stuttered an apology, all while she was still staring at him, before he interrupted her. "I said whatever! I don't care about your poor excuses, you've already made me lose enough time! Also, instead of staring at me, you should pick those up before the wind blows them who knows where, since I assume they might be important papers." He pointed at her documents, still scattered on the ground.

"Ah, right, s-sorry again... T-thanks for telling me..." Kukki's blush grew a hue darker at the second mention that she was still staring at him, as she felt the strong urge to facepalm herself for it. Without further ado, she started working on picking up the documents, thinking that that awkward conversation was now done and the other student will just continue on his merry way, since he did make it clear he didn't have time to waste.

But yet again, she was taken aback by the fact that he didn't leave, but instead helped her with the papers, all while still mumbling under his breath words like 'stupid freshmen' or 'dumb idiot making me waste my time', which made the silver haired grimace since he didn't even have any obligations to help her and she didn't even ask him to do it. But whatever, she wasn't going to complain for an extra hand helping her.

"There. This should be all the papers left on the ground." He shoved them into her hands and now turned his back on her to leave for good.

'W-What a strange man...' Kukki thought to herself, still blinking in disbelief at what just happened, before realizing the opportunity that just graced by her. "Hey, wait..." She shouted after him, making the man stop yet again and growl in annoyance. "What do you want now?!" He asked, not turning to face her again. "S-Sorry for bothering you... again... But... D-Do you know where I could find the dorms?" Kukki's timid voice was barely audible, but she still managed to ask the question.

"Are you really fucking stupid or something?! It's the building right next to the cafeteria, aka the one in front of you! It says in bold letters above the freaking door!" He grumbled in frustration and even more annoyance, as if Kukki could've predicted that the cafeteria was situated next to the dorms, which by the way, unlike it, didn't have any 'bold capital letters' plastered above the entrance door to signal that those were dorm rooms.

"Ah... I guess it kinda makes sense for the canteen to be situated next to the dorms..." Kukki rubbed her chin and nodded as if she finally had this sudden revelation. "Thanks a lot!" She smiled joyfully and he sighed again. "Now, if that was all, I will leave!" The man's grave tone made it clear he was fed up of her and wanted nothing more to do with her, so Kukki nodded again and didn't say any other word, allowing him to finally leave, although she maybe wished to at least know his name.

'Maybe some other time...' She continued staring at his back, watching his silhouette grow smaller and smaller as he continued walking away. He was a truly rude young man, but still... Kukki couldn't brush away that strange feeling that made her heart pound in her chest like crazy and the sensation that she knew him from somewhere.

~ End of flashback ~

Yeah... A truly charming memory indeed! Quite an intense way to start your first day on campus, but I'm not too upset about it. Suguru was nice even back then when he tried being all mean! <3

[skynetgilesbie]

Chapter 9

Author's Note: Stop flaming, okay! I haven't read all the books! This is from the movie, so it's not my fault if Dumbledore swears! Besides, I said he had a headache! And the reason Snape doesn't like Harry now is because he's Christian and Vampire is a Satanist! MCR rocks!

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I was overwhelmed with anger and sadness. I couldn't believe Draco had cheated on me. Tears streamed down my face as I leaned against the tree where Draco and I had been intimate.

Suddenly, a horrifying man with red eyes and no nose, flying on a broomstick, started heading towards me. He resembled Voldemort, with his lack of a nose (just like in the movies), and he was dressed in all black, although he didn't have a gothic vibe. It was... Voldemort!

"No!" I shouted fearfully, but Voldemort cast the Imperius Curse on me, rendering me unable to escape.

"Crookshanks!" I called out to him. Voldemort fell off his broomstick and began to scream. Despite being a sadist, I felt a pang of sympathy for him, so I stopped.

"Ebony," he yelled, "thou must kill Vampire Potter!"

I thought about Vampire, his sexy eyes, his gothic black hair, and how his face resembled Joel Madden's. I remembered that Draco had mentioned I didn't understand, so I pondered, what if Draco had dated Vampire before me, and they had broken up?

"No, Voldemort!" I shouted defiantly.

Voldemort handed me a gun. "No! Please!" I begged.

"Thou must!" he yelled. "If thou dost not, then I shall kill thy beloved Draco!"

"How did you know?" I asked, surprised.

Voldemort had a look of utter stupidity on his face. "I possess telekinesis," he cruelly replied. "And if you do not kill Vampire, then thou knowest what will happen to Draco!" he shouted before angrily flying away on his broomstick.

I was filled with fear and anger, unsure of what to do. Suddenly, Draco appeared in the woods.

"Draco!" I exclaimed. "Hi!"

"Hi," he responded, his face filled with sadness. He had applied white foundation and messy eyeliner, resembling a combination of Joel Madden and Gerard Way, almost like a pentagram (get it?).

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"No," he replied.

"I'm sorry I got so angry at you, but I thought you had cheated on me," I confessed.

"That's okay," he said, sounding despondent. Together, we walked back to Hogwarts, kissing and making up along the way.

[bruiisedpetals-a]

—— 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 set six years ago , inspired by a prompt from here. with @lannisterjewel , ft. a semi-conscious errick

vida was surprised to be summoned , but not because of who summoned her only by the person who delivered the message. at first and easy glance the woman was a noble, or at least in the close service of one, and was clearly filled with worry in her urgency. she'd quickly gathered 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔 and hastened to the forge on brego with the young woman on horseback with her. (vida didn't favour leaving her beloved horse in a stable , nor at risk of theft)

she made her way through the forge to the back chamber where errick lay on his back with a 𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 to his side. without thinking too much , more than used to this as she had been in this position many times over the last several months since befriending the blacksmith , vida set about pulling the fabric away to inspect the wound and then quickly helping errick drink down some mandrake root tea to dull the pain and his senses , but not render him unconscious. he groaned a handful of curses , and promised to 'haunt the fucker who wounded him' — she rolled her eyes as she began to cut the shirt away in preparation for cleaning , stitching and bandaging the ugly wound. ❝ errick fucking waters — we have seen misfortune, felt the sting of defeat, the humility of vacant purse and empty stomach. this is shite compared to that ... so bite down on this , ❞ she placed a leather strap between his teeth before he could speak , ❝ and think on the fact i've not let you die yet. you still owe me money. and remember ; two taps on my arm and i'll stop , otherwise ... feel free to blaspheme as usual. ❞

she turned to the blonde woman then , ❝ how are you with 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅? this might be messy. and , could you set a pot of water to boil ... i'll need to clean this well — did he say what it was that caused the wound? ❞

[themanwhomadeamonster]

⚡️ 💕 🎨

WAINLOCK COMING IN CLUTCH THANKS BRUV <3

Ask game hereeee

⚡️Who are some artists that have influenced you?

I HAVE SO MANY but for "fine art":

Artemisia Gentileschi bc baroque my beloved, her works are rly fun hehe

A sculptist but Eric Freitas, he makes really beautiful and intricate clockwork sculptures that look very fragile

Benedicto Cabrera I love his flowy fabrics SO SO MUCH

Also shout out to Rodel Tapaya! I saw one of his installations in the NGA when I was a kid with my parents and it left them stunned, I had to ask them what it meant. I'm not that fond of works that are super vibrant (nothing bad, just that my eyes can't handle it lol) but that one stuck with me forever.

💕Do you have a favorite character to draw?

At the moment it's my knight oc hehe x) I drew another pic of them just now actually!

🎨Describe your creating process?

For digital it's:

Horribly messy sketch

clean it up a bit

Colour flats

Lose track of what's the sketch and colour layer so I inevitably merge them and doodle everything like lights and shadows on the one layer LOL

Multiply for shadow accents and whatever other fancy rendering I need to do

For traditional it's:

Block out the shape

Block out shadows then fill

Erase shadows to define them better then fill more shadows

Repeat until picture looks nice :>

I can afford to be chaotic on digital but I love traditional too bc it lets me be more meticulous and careful, and I get to be more detailed on a smaller sized canvas!