#silly drawing joke i spent way too much time on

[agentmika]

ALECTO THE NINTH COVER REVEAL????

anyway I'm really excited for the new barbie movie next year

[chvnnie]

on the topic of dad!skz. dad!minho picking out a itty bitty kitty halloween costume for his baby girl with the softest little cat ears, a floofy tail and he finds a little makeup pen that he researches and researches to make sure it's okay to put on her skin because he wants to draw whiskers on her but not if it's going to hurt her!!!! and he walks home with the biggest smile on his face and gets home so excited to show you what he bought - only to see you putting your daughter into a puppy costume you bought earlier that day.

the days leading up to halloween are spent with bickering over which costume she should be in (minho almost foaming at the mouth because cats are his thing how can his daughter n o t be in a cat costume) and on the day she ends up in???? (this is where you come in bc i really can't think of denying minho anything)

Seungmin is behind this. Somehow, Minho hasn’t really figured it out yet. He just knows it’s his fault because who else could have convinced you of this?

“Ha-ha. Very funny.” He says with the most humorless expression on his face. “Where he is?”

You furrow your brows. “Who?”

“Ah, come on. What other puppy do we know?” Minho gestures at his daughter on the ground, ironically chasing her fake tail.

It clicks, and you can’t help but laugh. “Minho, you’re joking.”

Blank face. He’s not even joking a little bit. Sighing, you stand up from the couch, walking right past him towards the kitchen.

“Think what you want, Minho, but I do have the ability to make my own decisions.”

When you get into bed that night, you don’t face him. Rolling over to stare out the window instead.

He really didn’t think that you’d be this mad about it. More than anything, Minho thought it was a silly joke. Like ha ha ha, Seungmin weaseled his way into dressing his daughter as a dog. Did he do that with Jisung’s daughter, too? Changbin’s boys? It’s so in character that it was easy to just believe it.

But he can tell with how you’ve acted with him since he got home — only really talking to your daughter, insisting on doing bath and bed by yourself — it was a stupid thought that he shouldn’t have ran with.

“Hey.” He rolls on his side towards you, a hand on your shoulder. “Come on, talk to me.”

“I’m tired, Minho.” It’s a lie — the bed is shaking with how jittery your legs are.

“I’m not going to drop it.” Minho says plainly. “You know that.”

With a sigh, you sit up, knees to your chest. Not really looking at him and instead fiddling with your sweatshirt. “Fine. It made me mad that you reacted like that to her costume.”

Minho smiles sadly, reaching for your hand. If you keep playing with that thread, you’ll ruin that shirt, and he knows it’s your favorite thing to sleep in as the weather turns. Though reluctant, you let him take your hand. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have treated it like a joke—“

“She looked really cute and I thought you would really like it.” There’s a cry catching in your throat, one that you’re desperately trying to swallow down. Minho’s heart shatters when he hears how much it upset you.

Bringing your hand to his lips, he slowly presses his lips to your palm. Peppering them around the hand; the tops, the wrist, over your wedding ring. “She did look very cute.”

“She always looks cute.”

The way you say it, with such a pout, makes Minho giggle a little. He shuffles in the bed, lying his head on your knees to get a better look at you. “It’s because she looks like you.”

Ah, there you go. The corners of your lips peeking up before you remember why you’re so upset. “Stop with that cheesy bullshit—“

“It’s true! If she looked like me…sheesh.”

You move too quick for him to catch, grabbing the pillow you’re propped up on and hitting him with it. Minho tries to pull it from your hands, ready for revenge, but you won’t give.

“Say that again and I’ll hit you HARDER next time.”

“Oooooh, so scary. So big and tough with your pillow, huh?”

Minho gives up on trying to take your pillow.

And grabs one of his own.

///

It’s your turn to walk into a surprise. Less than a week left until Halloween, and there’s your daughter. Sitting in the high chair as her father, your husband, delicately traces lines from her nose.

“What is this?”

While Minho is still, it makes Jisung jump. The baby in his lap crying from the sudden movement. “Sheesh, knock next time.”

Your brows raise. “It’s my? Home? What’s going on here?”

Jisung looks from you to Minho, spinning the baby is his lap around so you can see. A pretty little heart painted on the tip of her nose, teeny whiskers across her face. The costume she’s wearing identical to the one your daughter has on, only a few sizes smaller.

“Doesn’t she look so CUTE?” Jisung is so giddy, cooing as he bounces the baby on his knee. “We wanted her to be a pumpkin, but then Minho came over and said he got her something—“

“We haven’t decided on a costume.” You say sternly, looking at your husband.

“Yet.” Minho’s eyes flick up to you. “You haven’t seen her as a cat yet.”

You huff, crossing your arms. “Nothing is going to steer me away from—“

Your heart leaps from your body. Never have you seen something so precious, so tiny. Her nose is pink, the whiskers twisting out to just about her mid cheek. Her eyes light up when she sees you, babbling on and on as she reaches out for you.

“Oh, look at you.” You coo, quickly gathering her in your arms. She giggles, snuggling into your shoulder. Her little headband brushes softly against your neck. Oh, you could cry.

Minho looks a little too smug for your liking. “So what were you saying about not steering you—“

“Shut up.”

///

“You really liked the cat costume—“

“But, Min, the dog—“

“She just looks so cute as a cat. Come on, baby, you have to see it.”

“And she doesn’t look cute as a dog?”

“Of course she does! I’m just saying—“

Jisung is in his office, windows shut, and he can still hear the two of your bickering from the other side of the fence. There’s no hard feelings there, just the two of you are too stubborn to give up. Cat, dog. Dog, cat. Over and over and over—

Sighing, he pushes himself up from his computer chair. Grabbing the car keys from his bag and leaving with a quick goodbye kiss to his partner and daughter. Just a teeny little errand.

You answer the door, Minho meowing obnoxiously somewhere inside the house. “Hey, Jisung—“

“It’s my turn to pick.” He forces a plastic bag in your hand before turning around and leaving. Even after you call after him, your voice fading as he walks the short distance back to your house.

You open the bag, the costume still perfectly in its wrapper. Soft, tan fur decorates the onesie. A hood to cover her teeny little head and keep her warm.

You throw it to the side. A lion, really? What a silly choice, so basic. It’s her first halloween, you’re not going to waste it on something like this.

///

She went as a lion.

hehehehehe

[esmedelacroix]

Coffee Shop Love Pt.6

pairing: miguel o'hara x f!reader

summary: He's as stern and cold as the snow falling from the sky blanketing the bustling streets of Nueva York, Miguel O'Hara stumbles upon a hidden gem of a coffee shop just around the corner from Alchemax. Only problem is the annoying-as-shit smiley-ass barista.

contents: slow burn, no use of y/n, fluffy, not proofread, literally the fluffiest of fluffs, a little drama at the end

author's note: Hey lovies, whoo! Two chapters today! Consider it my apology for being so inactive lately. But don't worry loves I'm back on track. A like, comment, or repost is always appreciated. Hope you like this chapter, the cliffhanger not so much >.<, enjoy...

word count: 1.5k

Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt.3, Pt.4, Pt. 5, Pt.6, Pt.7, Sequel: Sweet Tooth

That morning you were so lost in the ridiculous amount of people coming for coffee that you didn't even realize that Miguel hadn't shown up that morning. "Which is so weird because he always comes for coffee in the morning, sometimes again midday then he comes at night and stays a while," you explained to Estella over muffins and Earl Grey tea.

"Alright girl, first of all, why are you this worried about it? It's probably nothing," Estella reassured.

"It can't be nothing, we slept together days ago when the blizzard happened, and he cuddled multiple times!" you exclaimed, as Estella almost choked on her drink.

"You had sex?!" she blurted out shockingly.

"No, no we just like, slept in the same bed, my bed," you muttered, trying to draw the attention away from the two of you.

"Wait, I'm confused, why was he even in your house?!" she questioned.

You explained the whole situation with the amber alert and filled her in on the day that you had spent with Miguel. The more you explained, the more her jaw dropped.

"Wait, now I'm confused, what is your relationship with him?" Estella asked, taking a bite out of a muffin.

"I'm not even sure, we've had this strange chemistry ever since we met," you explained.

"I'd say give a day or two maybe he's like, at work, or living his life?" she joked sarcastically.

"I'm gonna kill you, Estella! Get out of my shop!" you joked as you pushed her out. She laughed along and waved before heading back to the shelter where she worked.

Your break was over and the lunch rush was just about to happen. Still no Miguel, you were starting to wonder if you had done something wrong. No, it makes no sense to think that way, I know I did nothing. I wonder if he misses me this much as well, you thought to yourself as you began to make people's orders.

The day went by very slowly. You sat by the counter at 8 pm, chin propped up on your hand, as fatigue drooped your head down. Just then the bells rang. Your head shot up immediately hoping there would be a tall, dark, and handsome man standing there before you. But it was just Mr. Smith. Probably here to collect the rent. "Good Evening Baby, I've come here for something, but I forget what it is... maybe a drink?" he trails off as he looks up at the menu.

"No Mr. Smith, you're here for the rent. It's too late for you to have coffee," you explained. He smiled and nodded.

"That's right dear, silly me," he said. You handed him an envelope with the rent for the month and waved goodbye after sending him off with a candy cane.

You let out an exasperated sigh as you plopped into a chair and waited to see if Miguel would show up. Why do I miss him so much? What are my feelings for him? You asked yourself as you got up to lock up.

That night you slept wishing to see Miguel walk through those doors in the morning. But to no avail, he didn't show up that morning, or for lunch, or that night. You opened your phone for any notifications from him but nothing. You gave him a call but his phone was turned off. You decide to leave him a voicemail.

"Hey Miguel, It's been a while since we've seen each other. The shop’s really boring without you here, come by for a coffee soon, I know you can't go a single day without having like 3 cups, I miss you, and I'm pretty sure I like you" you said. You had no idea where that last part came from and you fumbled to delete it somehow but what was done was done. You hoped that he wouldn't listen to it. Besides he was a businessman he had better things to do.

That night you slept wondering where he was and why he would come see you. He was cuddling you one day, then you never saw him. Does he like me, or does he not? You asked yourself. You allowed your mind to rest and went to sleep.

The next morning you got through the rush just fine and went on break while mentally preparing yourself for the lunch rush. Miguel was nowhere to be seen but you didn't panic as much as the days before. You had hoped that maybe he would show up tonight and you would scold him for disappearing without notice.

So as you lay your head on the counter bored out of your mind, the shop bells rang. You headshot up as usual and there you saw him. Tall, dark, handsome, and stuck in the mistletoe again. "I told you, you have to get a taller door frame," he joked as walked in. You chuckled at his joke holding yourself back from rushing to him and hugging him.

"Where have you been Miguel?" you asked him softly, unable to wipe the upside-down smile off your face.

"Surprisingly enough, the second I walked into work I was rushed onto a last-minute retreat at another lab. It's one of those classified things where we turn our phones off. I'm sorry I could let you know Baby," he said softly.

"It's no problem, but this other lab... was it nice? Good coffee?" you asked skeptically.

"Yeah, it was alright—" Miguel started.

"Ha! I knew it! Miguel, have you been seeing another barista?" you jokingly asked him. Just then she heard a low sound break the silence between them. He had never fully laughed around her, but once she heard it, it was music to her ears. I would become a stand-up comedian if it meant hearing this beautiful laugh all day, you thought to yourself.

"Oh Baby, I've missed you so much," he confessed with a few chuckles.

"Alright then, sit down and lemme make you a coffee that will top whatever you drank at that 'other lab'," you said motioning for him to take a seat at his usual table.

Instead of taking his laptop out and getting straight to work, he just watched you. He watched you make the most simple but best coffee he had ever tasted. Once he took a sip, it felt like home. "This is that special brew you used at your place isn't it?" he asked with an amused smile.

"Yeah, I figured since you liked it so much, I would make you a nice big cup of it," you explained as you took a seat across from him.

You and Miguel caught each other up on the events that had passed while you were apart. Miguel couldn't stop talking about how much he learned at this fancy schmancy lab he visited with Alchemax in Washington D.C. and how much he learned about quantum physics. You didn't understand half of the terms he was using but that didn't matter because at least he was having a good time. Seeing him talking about something he was passionate about set fireworks off in your chest. You filled him in on the usual Café gossip and drama that was going on.

It was a lovely night of shared laughs and stories but it had to come to an end at some point. Just when he was about to leave you decided to ask him about the voicemail you had sent. "Miguel, did you ever listen to my voicemail?" you asked.

"No, I didn't have the time, should I?" he answered.

"No, just delete it. What I said was pretty embarrassing," you admitted.

"Well now I’m dying to hear it," he teased.

"Oh please don't," you whined.

"Too late!" he called out as he stepped out to his car and visibly pressed the button.

You begged God to allow the earth to swallow you whole and just began to wipe the counter. Just then the door swung open with violent speed and the bells rang crazily. You turned around to see Miguel out of breath holding his phone in one hand, running his hand through his hair with the other. "Baby?" he huffed completely out of breath from running back to the store the second he heard the voicemail.

"Did you mean what you said in that voicemail?" he asked in disbelief.

"I mean, yeah, I guess, but—" you started. But Miguel held his hand up for you to stop. you took that sudden motion as defeat. He doesn't think the same way, you realize in complete despair.

Next Pt.7...

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[kitkatriel]

I came up with this AU a couple of months ago, and since a moot encouraged me to share with the class I might as well (plus I also wanna draw this AU lol)

I'll call this au Be Born as a placeholder rn lol

SO this au starts right after HMS managed to find a way to end the loop, and they harmonise permanently. Whole basically gains the courage to confess to his crush (still don't have a name for her) and she also confesses her mutual feelings, Blah Blah Blah, they date, yada yada yada, they get married and have a pair of twins.

I also have to say that Whole, whom I will call CJ from this point forward (Does NOT mean Chonny Jash, its a diff name, same acronym) is aware and remembers HMS quite a bit. Most of his memories/knowledge of them has faded since the harmonising was over 6 years ago, but he still remembers a few key details like their roles, some of their names and a blurry image of what they look like.

Soo like the VERY FUNCTIONAL human being CJ is, decides to name his twin sons after two of the voices in his head. Wow, clap for the man everyone whoooo-. The names he uses are Artemis and Apollo. A year later, they have another child whom he names, say it with me! ATLAS WHO WOULD HAVE GUESSED AHH. Atlas was born on the same day as Artemis and Apollo so you'd argue their triplets lol.

OHHH this is a normal au there couldn't possibl- SIKE THIS SHET HAS ✨️MAGIC✨️ BECAUSE PLAIN HIGH SCHOOL AUS ARE OVERRATED /J /SILLY /LH

And this is where I ruin the au🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️

OK SO during the time the twins still weren't born, Heart began to wonder what it must be like to live life as your own person, to have a childhood, go school- etc etc (HMS split up into existence when CJ was 18 not too long before he dropped out of college) he starts rambling to Mind and Soul about this, Mind tries to shrug it off as a plain "What if" sanario or daydream but also ends up thinking the same.

This is also fueled by the fact that they spent majority of their existence fighting each other never living an even remotely normal day in their life.

Soul wants both of them to be happy, plus he also starts to get infected with this desire and curiosity. SO he somehow finds out he can cut off a prong of the trident and make it a dagger which he can link Heart or Mind to making them particularly function as a soul.

Soul also wants to be with his halves so he asks for Heart's blindfold and Mind's crown to create a puppet that can serve thr roles of all three of them. Which he names Harmonia (AYO OMORIHMS AU FORSHADOWING?!?!?!)

Harmonia is basically a perfect copy of CJ lol. Soul leaves Harmonia alone to look after CJ with his trident(now pretty much a spear) a crown of a ruler who has stepped down from his throne and a blindfold used to protect its previous wearer from the blinding lights of the Sun.

You can kinda just ignore that part if you want (still on the fence with it but I'll most likely go with it) cus it doesn't really effect the story if you were to erase it. All that happens mostly is Deju Vu

I don't really need to explain which HMS is which kid hah.

I'm now gonna explain the three kids.

First is Artemis, who is TECHNICALLY the older twin (he came out first). Artemis is based on the right brain being not only the emotional side but also the creative and artistic side. So yes... he is an artist. Quite extroverted, still likes his peace and quiet, yeahhhh

Second is Apollo, the "younger" twin (funny because he's the tallest out of the three). Ehh, you know the drill, straight A's student... hot nerd even (JOKE. DONT KILL ME. NO. NUH UH. I WAS JOKING EH) the classic "grades over mental health because" guy. Monotone and deep voice but is surprisingly approachable (unless he put you on his "No likey" list based on first impressions lol).

Last but not least, Atlas, the poor younger sibling who keeps getting caught in the crossfire between his two older siblings. He's more on the athletic side, being hockey team (suggested by randa). The most energetic of the three, as a kid, he often asked his brothers to play with him, which is why the trio grew up to be really close.

Uhhhh some trivia/fun facts to maybe explain their characters a bit more:

• Apollo and Artemis "fight" from time to time but its mostly "YOU FATASS, YOU ATE ALL MY KITKATS" then dramatic pause then "Dad made waffles."

• Apollo's favourite book is No Longer Human by Osamu Dazai.

• Artemis is the shortest of the three and gets flamed by Apollo about it

• CJ doesn't have a favourite child

• Apollo is the one that sits on the front passenger seat of the car, and will die fighting for it.

• Apollo is a cat person while Artemis is a dog person.

• Sexualities

Apollo: Bi

Artemis: Gay

Atlas: AroAce

• Ages:

Apollo and Artemis: 16

Atlas: 15

• Aollo's fashion taste is dark academia

• Atlas and Apollo did karate for 8 years

• Despite this, Artemis poses the most threat to the average bypasser

• CJ's wife works abroad on a cruise. She only sees her family atleast once a year

• Atlas used to have a childhood dog named....wait for it..... DARREL

• Atlas has more then one occasion, forced Apollo to dance Rasputin on just dance.

•Apollo's sleep schedule is so bad he's immune system is absolute trash

• Artemis once forgot to lock his room during a family gathering and came back to one of his younger cousins scribbling on one of his paintings.

• Artemis dislikes the idea of having kids for that reason

• Artemis was struggling on a question so hard his tutor had to ask Apollo for help because neither could they figure it out.

Yeah that's all for now, CYA

[crazybookcat]

Alternate version + lore under the cut

I've had this thing finished for about a month now. Sooo I figured it was time high time for me to properly introduce this boy to you all! His name is Times New Roman or otherwise know as Frak and Merl's hubband.

Ok now with the introduction over on with the actual lore! Roman is from an au I made with my friend @smokbeast called Betatale. (You can see more about Merl, Frak, Roman and a buncha other characters on his blog, go check it out!) As the name says, Roman is meant to be from some sorta beta of Undertale. He sorta had Sans' place in his au, but not entirely, he's def his own thing. He is not a sans, and he is not in any way related to Frak. His family is all dead thank you very much. Much like Sans he only has one hp, but that's due to his lil condition. He was born with an immense amount of magic which his soul and body is way too weak to hold. So he's on perma hardcore mode, one hit one kill. (Well- most of the time ;3) Roman has the power to travel the multiverse. It takes a lot outta him and he isn't able to do it without touching Frak. Mostly because it wouldn't be possible without his other half, but also cuz Roman wouldn't even attempt to go anywhere far without him. (Merl came into their lives after me and Smoki had traumatized these two so much they refuse to not be near eachother pretty much constantly anymore).

Roman is the token 'extrovert' outta him and Frak. On the outside he's very friendly and disarming. Bro will attempt to charm his way into just about anyone's good graces. He jokes and jabbers, easily sliding on the mask of a well adjusted monster. (Something he defiantly is not). Oh also he's 5'0, my boy is short short. Roman's an artist and he tends to sketch the people around him a lot, like some sorta romance movie main character. (His sketchbook mostly consists of Frak and Merl but don't tell them that-) A lotta his quiet time is spent drawing, tinkering with random machines, or talking his beloved's (proverbial) ears off about his latest ideas. I almost forgot to talk about his attacks- how silly of me. Ok so my boy's head is basically a Gaster Blaster, from which he can admit devastating blasts of magic. It's his most dangerous weapon, and something he can easily manage to do with his high levels of magic.

Mostly he just tries to stay outta range so he has time to snipe a hit with his blast attack. Staying out of range often means hiding behind Frak, who he stays very close to in battle. Mostly it's so Roman can lead an enemy into one of Frak's attacks or heal him. Speaking of which! Roman has a kindness/patience soul. He just likes to pretend that his only soul trait is patience because I traumatized him of course. Alrighty, I think I'm done for now- if you read all that I'ma give you the biggest pat on the back. Feel free to send me asks about him! The aus I have with Smoki are seriously my biggest brainrot atm.

[pawseds]

I convinced our Delta Green game master to have a play-by-post (basically text roleplay) section in our game's server and uhhhhh maybe I've been having too much fun with it. Writing is faster than drawing comics, what can I say?

(Long ramble about writing stories below hehe oops)

While we're here! A bit about writing: I like writing! I've written for loger than I've drawn for (because school). I think I'm better at writing than drawing for that reason (I'm more confident at least). I've written short stories. I've written short stories about TTRPG things. I've also written a ~100k word novel by hand for 2 years. While writing it, I had 'writing class' (technically AS/A level Ennglish Language classes). It was the only class I had confidence in and high expectations for.

With those 2 combined, I burnt out pretty quick LOL. Specifically, I had a big perfectionism issue because of the high expectations I had from my teacher and especially myself -- it was the one thing I knew excelled at in school, so I better do it well! After I was done with the novel and A levels, I was supposed to edit the novel. It's been years and I haven't done it yet, and I wouldn't write non-assignment stories (except 2) until now. Writing became more nerverwracking than it was fun, so why would I?

To get back to the PBP thing: I've been in a campaign that was fully PBP. With my mindset being the way it is, hey! This is just one big writing exercise, so I ran along with that and had fun with it. I saw how some players would make their own PBP and essentially monologue/have a scene only with their PC. That was cool to see.

And now, my current Delta Green campaign (tagged 'Helvetia'). Hrothgar (guy in drawing) and his kids were ported over from a previous D&D campaign (the fully PBP one!), so the crew had a very well defined background already. Of course I get tons of drawing ideas for them, except I don't have the time to draw them all (compsci hard). But since the server has a PBP section, I had like 2 weeks to kill between session 0 and 1, and I was bursting with ideas... I made a lot of solo PBPs that were essentially short stories.

It didn't quite hit me until some time ago, but the PBPs actually made me enjoy writing again -- enjoy it a lot more, in fact! I think the format of Discord threads and messages removed most perfectionism tendencies I had. I just had to fire the story away, message by message. It didn't have to be amazing, and it was fun! (Also I really don't know how to shut up with them LOL)

I'll definitely be cleaning these PBPs up and posting them here as stories. Some of them are just silly, fun, slice-of-life character sketches. (These were the stories I wrote after my novel... and yes, they were about my other set of Delta Green characters LMAO) (and I've posted them here under pawsedswrite btw!) But some I see as legitamite short stories that I would edit more heavily and present as a short story. They were the kinds I could see myself writing on a document rather than on Discord.

Well, I lied. 'I would edit' is false. I have already edited one, because I spent like 5-6h writing this one PBP (oops) instead of writing the draft for my short story class/elective (oops 2). I joked to my two friends saying that I could just submit it as my assignment. Apparently, they both really liked it and said the dialogued slapped. So I did!

I procrastinated like hell on it though, because I was very nervous to go back into the PBP with an axe to edit it. Being in a writing class where nearly everyone else has been formally studying writing for some years kinda puts some pressure on ya!

Like the last assignment (which I'll post here after editing), I had a lot of worries. But the feedback and grade I got from my last assignment, the peer review I got from the current one, and also the support from those two friends (shoutout @katastrofish <3) made me feel more confident in myself. And also the fact that I had a lot of fun editing the PBP!

Uhhh this ramble was way longer than expected LMFAO if you've made it this far, damn, thanks for reading! If you also write or have similar experiences, feel free to share em. And have a good day!

(bonus POV editing)

[thedahliafiles]

alright alright last one, [ARM] with Guy and Honey :]]]]]]

[ ARM ]:          after holding their hand, the sender releases the receiver, but slowly glides their hand up the full length of their arm, lingering on the upper arm, then the shoulder, then resting their touch against the side of their neck.

(A/N: Thank you darling, for being my first requester for these silly little games. It really means a lot to me :) ) cw: [headcanon pets: cat named Pepperoni/Peps] [Guy implied to have shoulder length-hair] [Honey implied to be shorter than Guy] [headcanon character: coworker named Krow] [implied that Honey is working through emotional trauma]

Honey knew they could be a bit intense. Between them and their boyfriend, they knew that Guy was the more affectionate of the two. More open, more unabashed. It’s not that Honey didn’t love him as much as they loved him, just that they struggled letting anyone past the walls they’d spent so long building. It was a work in progress, they were a work in progress. They were so thankful Guy didn’t mind that, so long as they kept making progress. They tried to be more open with telling him what was on their mind, even if they tended to cringe when they admitted anything remotely affectionate. When the line between still friends and something more became a little too clear and the side they stood on had switched. They were trying though, because Guy deserved that. 

Tonight, they were trying a little bit more openly.

Guy had been working back to back double shifts and Honey could see it wearing on him as much as their over-energized boyfriend said to the contrary. Honey also knew that the pizza smell jokes were starting to wear his patience thin, but he still relented and showered after already being on his feet for hours. Tonight, that would change, as Honey had his favorite dinner prepared, and candles around the apartment lit. The scent of cookies could be smelled from the living room where they were baking in the oven. And the second they got the ping that he was on his way home, they’d be drawing a hot bath for Guy to relax in, with one of those fancy bath bombs he liked so much. His noise canceling headphones were charged if he wanted them, his switch was waiting on the loading screen of Mario Party, and the volume was low. Now all Honey had to do was wait for their loving boyfriend to get home.

-- “Honey, I’m home.” Guy called from the door. Honey hated how tired it sounded these past few weeks, like even speaking in his usual sing-song manner was too much expensive for the amount of energy he had left at his disposal.

Honey came out from the bathroom and smiled, “Hey babe, how was your shift?”

Guy shrugged and unlaced his shoes, setting them in the cubby by the door and dropping his backpack on top of it, “Nothin’ special, Rosa says hi, and Krow wants you to know he’s coming over next week to babysit Peps.” He stood up and kissed their cheek softly.

“I know, I know, I smell awful, I’ll go shower and get started on dinner--”

“Hey, stop, stop for a moment. First of all, it doesn’t bother me. Second of all, dinner is already on the warming shelf. C’mere, I have a surprise.” Honey grabbed his hand, thumb brushing the edge of his leather bracelet as they dragged him over to the master bath, showing him the setup.

Guy took in the bathroom, the first time he really stopped to take in his surroundings since he left for work that morning. Work had been hell from the moment he stepped through the doors of the shop, all the way to hitting autopilot on his way back home, the drive feeling like an hour long despite the short distance from their apartment to the pizza shop.

The lights were dimmed, candles providing more warm light in the quiet corners of the bathroom. There was music coming from his cozy playlist, the speaker propped up on the sink counter. There was still steam fogging up the mirrors.

“Honey, I..” He was speechless.

They dropped his hand, smiling up at him as they moved in front of him, their hand never leaving quite entirely though. Guy felt as their cold hands moved up the length of his arm, tracing his shoulder for a moment before resting and staying pressed to his neck.

“Let me take care of you tonight. Pepperoni and I got this.” Honey let a warm grin form before leaning up on their toes to press a kiss to the tip of his nose before brushing his hair behind his ear.

“Get in the bath, I’ll bring you some food.”

“Thank you, Honey.”

“I love you.”

[wvbaandtheboys]

ok the joke’s going way too far now but hey it’s fun and everyone’s enjoying it so… let’s enjoy it!! (expect drawings and more scenarios honestly HWJWJSH)

here’s some death scenes and death lines from the ro-boxers! (by the way, if y’all wanna give your two cents or even yeet robo ocs in the mix? completely fine by me, let’s all be silly together!!)

By the way, here’s my silly thought process for the robots: if they’re not having a cliche “tis a malfunction” moment, it’s prolly them being sentient and envying the real boxers and some openly expressing how they wanna off you through their more violent dialogue.

so obviously content warning for gore and stuff (guys it’s late and I’m tired so just b careful AJHSJS)

Little Mac:

Mac plays that distorted tune in the dark as he creeps into your office… and proceeds to kill you by pushing your head against the wall, slamming it and fracturing your skull.

“Ya weren’t paying attention, Birdie! Heheheheh!”

“HAH! Gotcha!”

“Bet you Mac couldn’t do that in a million years… heheh… Too bad, Petey…”

Glass Joe:

Well if ya don’t close the door on Joey, he comes right on in and lunges over your desk to get to you. He kills you by snapping your neck.

“Oh ho ho! La victoire est à moi!”

(“Oh ho ho! The victory is mine!”)

“I got you now! Ho ho hoh!”

“You were frozen in fear at the sight of me! Oh my, how sad!”

“Il a passé des années à se faire craquer... Mais c'est maintenant à mon tour de VOUS briser.” (Evil French laughter)

(“He spent years getting cracked… but it’s now my turn to break YOU”)

Von Kaiser:

If ya disturb the war grandpa, he’s gonna rush to you screaming “ATTACKEN!” and bust into ya office. He vaults over your desk and slams his fist right into your face.

(Just evil German laughter here)

“Du bist so dumm, wie du mit Blutrot befleckt bist…”

(“You are as stupid as you are stained with blood red”)

“Deine Zeit läuft ab, Junge. Wenn deine Stunde zuschlägt... werde ich da sein, um deine Flamme zu löschen.”

(“Your time is running out, boy. When your hour strikes… I will be there to snuff out your flame”)

Disco Kid:

Disco’s itching to dance but equally itching to kill. He’ll boogie his way on up close and personal before spinning you round and round and slamming you into a hard surface. Owch.

“Whoopsie!~ Guess ya couldn’t handle the disco fever…”

“Aw, c’mon Pete! I was just gettin’ started too…”

“…C’mon now Peter… do you really think I’m just gonna let you go?… Mm-mm… I’m not nearly as nice as your friend. Let’s get down together… better keep up… or else I’m gonna paint you black and blue~”

King Hippo:

Hippo stomps right in, flips your desk and reenacts the bite of 87 on you.

“My, how flavorful!”

(Hippo laughter here)

(A different hippo laugh here)

“…Hippo sees you… in the camera… watching him…….. you.. look.. delicious. ….I’m coming for you.”

Piston Hondo:

Piston full on drags you into the vent like the xenomorph from Alien: Isolation while laughing maniacally.

(Evil ANIME laugh here)

(Enter another evil ANIME laugh here)

“Your ears aren’t up to par… that much is obvious.”

(This is said in Japanese but it’s difficult to accurately translate for me so just pretend) “Hah… Allow me to snuff out that flame of hope you have… I am not merciful like him. Struggle if you wish… it is futile. This night… I will not let you escape alive.”

Bear Hugger:

Well if ya don’t hide, he’ll just mow down your desk and crush your spine with his huge metallic arms! And if you hide when he’s already seen you, he’ll yoink ya from beneath the desk and lift you up, then crush your spine.

“Yahaha! Got ya!”

“Eh, no use hidin’ from me, Pete! I got the eyes of a hawk, ears like a bat and the strength of a bear! You can’t do nothin’ against me! Heheh!”

“Found ya!”

“C’mon, Pete… come out, come out wherever ya aaareeeee…~ I know you’re heeeree…~ I ain’t got candy for brains like that hoser… I ain’t stupid.”

“C’mon now, Birdie… I don’t like losin’… Why don’t you come on out for a nice, big squeeze…?~ I promise it won’t hurt… not for long anyways… heheheheh.”

Great Tiger:

Well ya slacked off and now you face the music. Tiger comes eeriely slithering out of your vent with his gem a-glowing before pouncing at you like a proper tiger. His clones even join in on the jumpscare! :D

(Mean laughter) “Oh… what terrible eyes you have, Peter.”

(Smooth but evil chuckle)

“If only you looked a little harder… oh well, you’re already dead…”

(Somewhat raspy and low) “Like a tiger, I stalk my prey… savor your pungent fear on my tongue… between my teeth… waiting… waiting… for the moment… that I… can finally… POUNCE!”

Don Flamenco:

Well, guess ya couldn’t resist the rose man’s charms. Don pops up and shanks ya right in the heart with his rose.

“Oh, pobre...”

(“Oh, you poor thing”)

“La muerte nunca ha sido tan poética, ¿eh?”

(“Death has never been this poetic, eh?”)

(Somewhat malicious laughter)

“Mercy…? Oh…… you foolish boy. I share no passion with… him. …The reaper calls your name… and I shall send you to him… I have no heart that beats in my chest… and I will bleed yours into stillness.”

Aran Ryan:

Well, ya looked. Why did you look? Well whatever the reason, Aran whips out his flail and tightens it around your neck. Snap crackle pop!

“Ya looked!”

(Irish gremlin chuckle)

(Irish gremlin cackling)

“Ya look pretty blue, Pete… did I squeeze ya a little too hard?”

“….You should see the look on yer face right now… heheh… what’s that…? You don’t want me to hurt you?… Heh… heheheheh! Sorry Petey… but I don’t change my mind like the other one does… Now… how about ya hold still…”

Soda Popinski:

Well, since Soda doesn’t kill you, he just breaks your door. He feels bad about it though.

“Sorry! Soda didn’t mean to break it!”

Bald Bull:

Busts down your door and proceeds to give you the nastiest headbutt of your life. …And the last headbutt of your life. Owch. That certainly left some blood.. everywhere…

“You weren’t going to keep me out forever.”

“You provoked the bull. And got the horns.”

(Slight evil chuckle) “Useless bird. You never stood a chance fighting me.”

“You may try and struggle… you may try and fight.. but it’s all in vain. I will get in one way or another… and when I do… I’ll coat the walls with your blood.”

Damnbullchill-

Super Macho Man:

Well ya fucked around and ya found out. He sweeps your desk aside and caves your face in with his boot once you’re on the ground.

“You don’t ever keep a star waiting.”

“Ugh! You ruined my photoshoot! >:[“

“Work it!~”

“You were taking too long, dude… not my fault you got such a bogus fragile skull…”

“Don’t make me wait… don’t test me. I’m not an idiot like that guy.. so you’d better hurry it up… or else.”

Mr. Sandman:

You once again fucked around and found out. The power goes out, and Sandman creaks open one of your doors and makes sure you’ve seen him before he comes in. Creepy how the only thing you’d see is his eyes.

“Heheh.. night night, Peter…”

“It’s way past your bedtime, baby… why don’t you start countin’ sheep?”

“Heh… sound sleeper, huh?…” (he says while watching peter actively bleed out)

“…It’s time for bed, Peter baby… n’ don’t think I’ll hold any punches. He mighta done that cause he likes you… but I don’t do holding back. Brush your teeth, close your eyes… and go to sleep.”

[masterwords]

Be Mine

Summary: Hotch is a sucker for Valentine's Day. He's' also got it bad for Derek.

Words: 970

Pairing: Hotch/Morgan

Note: ALL FLUFF. Just soft soft soft times. Super short and very sweet. Happy Valentine's Day to everyone!

********

“Valentine's Day is a scam,” Emily groaned, spinning her chair until she faced Spencer, hoping for a little back-up. Usually he was good for that, equipped with some bizarrely specific facts to prove her point. Except he didn't really pay any attention to her, he was holding a crisp white envelope in his hand, Hotch's chicken scratch in capital letters written in black ink that was bleeding into the fibers of the paper like little veins. “Right? Just lining the pockets of fat cat CEOs at Hallmark.”

Emily hadn't been on the team long, so she didn't know. She had no way of knowing that the card she found on her desk this morning from Hotch that bore on the front of it one spritely gray tabby kitten with huge blue eyes and read “Got You This Just Be-claws” was the result of at least an hour spent in the greeting card aisle of the supermarket. Possibly more than one supermarket. He was very particular. And Spencer's “You Light Me Up” card with a simple drawing of a lightbulb, JJ's soccer ball that said “I Get a Kick Out of You”, an elegant little watercolor of a bird for Gideon or a vintage car for Rossi...specially chosen. Not a spur of the moment decision, these were purchased well in advance. He never wrote anything inside of them save for his name. Just Hotch, right there beneath whatever clever little saying might be printed on the inside.

"And the wax seals, really?" She scrunched her nose and picked at the thick white wax with what little was left of her fingernails. "It's a little much."

"We had a case in New Jersey where the seal on envelopes was laced with LSD," Spencer answered quietly, peeling his envelope slowly open so he didn't crumble the wax. He liked the feel of it, the ornate foliage in the center of it, how romantic and old-fashioned it was. Hotch's home office was well-stocked with stationary for letter writing, correspondence with ink and paper. The two of them had that in common.

Emily stared in disbelief...this job never ceased to horrify her.

"Yeah, okay. That makes sense. But the cards are still cheesy. And over-priced...he spent like $5 on this thing." She was already caving. The kitten was adorable, and it was a kind gesture. A little nerdy and childish, maybe, and something she believed out of character for that grumpy man in the high office...but maybe she'd misjudged him.

“I think it's nice,” Spencer replied, finally setting his card up beside the pencil cup. Truth be told, he'd wondered at the little cards himself once upon a time, and Gideon had explained it to him as simply as he could. Hotch didn't often express himself in words, not at work, certainly not to them, but in small gestures he let them know that they were important, and he valued them. In little aliens and kittens and cheesy dad jokes.

“What about you, Morgan? Don't you think Valentine's Day is a little silly? Or do you subscribe to the whole red roses and candlelit dinner thing?”

“I dunno,” he said with a smile, staring at his own card. It was goofy, a little vintage thing with a heart and a hammer that read “Must I hammer it in?” On the inside was just an H and a set of numbers, a secret code. He didn't pull it out of the envelope, just slipped it into his briefcase and leaned back in his chair. “It's better than a stack of fresh case files.”

Emily grunted, agreeing, and set the little cat card up on her desk begrudgingly. It was adorable. Sickeningly so. And how did he know she liked cats, anyway? Did he know she was thinking about getting one? About how lonely her apartment got without any other sign of life aside from her own barely beating heart? “What was yours?”

“Tools.” Derek's reply was quick. Too quick. She nodded knowingly, taking mental note of the fact that he was the only one of them not to display his.

“Right. Because of your properties.”

“Yeah, ya busybody. Because of my properties.”

An address. A time. A delivery of flowers first, huge blood red roses dripping with a decadent floral scent that hung in the air. Minutes later a delivery from Derek's favorite Chinese restaurant, more food than the two of them could even hope to eat in one night. Derek set it all up in the middle of the dusty wood floor on a blanket, candles lit in excess because most of the electricity in the place was shut off, Clooney's tail nearly burning the place down more than once in his excitement.

And then there was Hotch in his suit but no tie, another bouquet in his hands, standing in the darkened doorway. It took him only a moment to kick out of his shoes, push the flowers into Derek's hands and wrap him in a hug.

“Happy Valentine's Day, you old sap,” Derek whispered, nuzzling into the warmth of silk and skin. Hotch hugged him tighter, breathed him in, pulled strength from him and gave it back in return. It was a long day, full of things they'd rather forget, but the night was young.

“I love you.”

Food first, and then they'd get to a little demolition before the night came to an end. Take some aggression out on lath and plaster, rusted and crumbling old nails, knob and tube wiring that connected room to room to room like sinew to bone. With sleepy eyes they would shower away the sweat and grime, sleep with bellies full of good food and wine and yeah...Valentine's Day is kind of a scam, but Derek didn't mind. Not when he reaped the benefits so spectacularly.

[pigeonwit]

HI!! i am SUCH a massive fan of your work and your writing style and the way you write javid ... do you have any tips on making description and dialogue/switching between the two not sound clunky?? im having trouble 😭 im eating all your fics rn btw ... gnawing on em

oh!! goodness that is high praise - well first of all thank you, that is so sweet of you to say, and i'm so flattered you felt like you could ask me for help on that. but i gotta be honest, i'm very much an amateur and i really don't feel like i have much right to give 'advice' as it were - i'm still figuring out a lot of stuff myself tbh. but something i can definitely do is tell you what i do, why i do it and how i try to improve my own writing, as it's something i think about a lot and therefore something i feel very comfortable telling people about - but again, disclaimer, this is just what works for ME. i used to be really hard on my writing because compared to the work of other people i've seen, i felt like i was being way too flowery, overstaying my welcome on a lot of passages, being overly preachy, etc etc - but trying to emulate other people's writing entirely just doesn't work and completely sucks the fun out of it. so this is just what works for me. anywhore lets get to it

so i focus on a few things when i'm writing dialogue, the biggest one being 'Do People Talk Like This?'. now that's not always the most helpful question to ask yourself since everyone talks differently and there's really no point trying to categorize it, but where i find questions like that help the most for ME is when i'm thinking about what the character's thought process would be in saying this. for example if i'm writing oscar and morris, it just doesn't feel right to have them say shitty things for the sake of being cartoonishly shitty, because what's the thought process there? 'haha i'm gonna humiliate this kid because i'm just evil!!' no one. no one does that. they have their own reasons for wanting the newsies to feel beneath them, and even if i'm only writing them for a line or two, i want that to be the thing i get across, rather than just 'the delanceys are assholes' (even if their purpose in my fics is usually to be assholes).

i also try to draw from reality a lot, conversations i've had, things i notice when people speak to me. it's difficult since i'm autistic and therefore misread things or miss things entirely, but i try to do my best from my own experiences. a lot of my scribbles so far have just been casual little snippets of javid conversations 'cause that's a really fun way for me to get to know the characters and how they'd behave in casual conversation. i really like looking into davey's weirdness and so i draw from a lot of the weird things i do, the weird jokes i see other people make that i find so damn funny, weird body language that i love, etc etc. and it's fun to see how the characters react off one another when they're just being silly. sometimes i just need to lock two characters in a room together in your mind and see what they do - it doesn't really accomplish anything in terms of fic, but it helps me get to know them and how they interact with each other.

as far as descriptions go, the thing that helped me the most was (and you're going to laugh here) going outside. i know, touching grass actually did improve my writing, it's shocking. i'm pretty lucky since i live in a seaside town with a lot of forest areas so i spent a lot of time last spring/summer just walking around with my head fully empty, and if i had any thoughts come to me that i liked, i put them straight in my notes app the moment i got them. it felt pretentious as hell at first, and yeah, some of them aren't GREAT, but it's better to have my thoughts written down somewhere i can access them again rather than just not have anything to work off of at all. i've started just carrying a notebook around with me so that if i ever have a thought that feels worth keeping i can just jot it down right away. it can literally be any thought, i think i have a line in there about a can of redbull. anything that keeps the thoughts coming. i also keep a little list of quotes my friends have said as well - it's mostly funny stuff like "adren says: FUCK CHARITY!!!" and "i love his seven year old boy swag" but every so often i get something like "time is irrelevent, the sun will still be up in the afternoon", which i think of every time i feel like shit for needing more rest.

also something that people told me to do a lot which i HATED hearing but fuck if it's not true, is to just read. like when i was in my contemporary lit class and i could just chew over alys conran for a week or two it was like a factory reset in my brain. holy fuck i love alys conran she is a goddess she IS the blueprint. she completely redefined how i look at and interpret my surroundings. and ali smith - i wouldn't say i'm a huge fan of her stuff but the way she does dialogue and character voice is SOOO special to me. i hated being told 'just read!!' because i KNOW i should be reading but unfortunately my energy is dogshit and taking in new informaton is hard, but honestly it doesn't even need to be a whole book. it can be anything. i've had my shit rocked by tumblr posts and fanfic drabbles. anything that can make me go 'huh i like how they did that' or 'hm no i don't think i like how they phrased that' is helping my understanding of how i want to write.

(and in a similar vein to that - having character tags is so helpful for me!! like i'll see the vaguest thing and be like 'yeah davey would say that' or 'oh that's jack energy' and even though it's small it still improves my understanding of the characters and how they interact/think/speak)

in terms of switching between the two, i think i have a pretty obvious pattern when i write dialogue; "the first part of dialogue", then we look at the character again, how they're saying the words, what their body language is like, what they're thinking, "and then we finish what they're saying." that works for me because i'm a chronic overthinker and i like being able to focus on the little things the characters might be trying to say without saying them outright, like if davey's stimming for a specific reason or if jack's body language is more stilted than it should be because he's hiding something, or if the narrating character is focusing on something specific that the speaking character is doing for whatever reason. but i've also been trying to notice when i'm overdoing that pattern and when it feels right to change it up a bit. i want to try and improve my pacing, since sometimes i'm spending waaay too long slogging over prose when i want a scene to feel fast-paced and intense, and sometimes i feel like i'm glossing over something that would be important to the character. so sometimes (like when jack first appears in run boy run) i want the character to go into bullet-time to emphasise the weight of what's happening and what they're experiencing, and how the character FEELS about things when they're given time to properly experience it, but other times (like in their argument at the end of the chapter 4) i want things to snap and crash into each other very quickly to emphasise a character's fight-or-flight response, how they react to conflict, what they do when they don't have time to properly think about what they're doing.

and,,, yeah i think that's everything i can think of. again i'm not gonna act like any of this is gospel, i don't even know if this is even helpful to anyone besides me, i just know that this is what goes through my head when i'm trying to write effectively. whether or not it works is up for debate - i'm still in uni and i'm still trying to explore what works for me and what doesn't. but honestly i'm very proud of the progress i've been making and it was really fun to just talk about that for a second, so thank you roman, this was very lovely! have a wonderful day :)

[neon-night]

A Magical, Horrible Night

Hello, and welcome to the most elaborate joke I've spent time on.

So, as you can tell, I've drawn some iconic horror movie characters, but as my own interpretation of magical girls.

If you want to read some more notes on the designs and what inspired me to make this, you can read more below, otherwise enjoy this silly little drawing that took several hours :)

So, the idea from this spawned from an Audity Draws video where she used her generator to turn Slenderman into a magical girl. I really liked that idea, and thought it'd at least be funny to draw, and it was for the most part.

I had initially wanted to draw their designs with more detail, and have a semi-anime look, but I ran out of time and opted for a smaller, almost chibi look, which I ended up really liking as well.

So, as for the designs themselves, I'll admit I wasn't too familiar with magical girls, so I did some small research into what makes a magical girl design, well, magical. In the end, some of the designs ended up a bit too "princess-y", but I'm satisfied w/ it regardless.

For each of the designs, I wanted a semi-consistent theme and color scheme. (I actually designed all the outfits on a seperate sheet w/ magical girl dress and weapon references. A lot of details were left out in the final product, so let me know if you want to see the design sheet too.)

The first outfit I designed was Ghostface's, and is still my favorite one of the bunch. I chose pink/black for the main color scheme, and I love how it turned out. Since at least some of the ghostface killers motives involve love, or something close to it, I went with a heart motif. The ribbons were meant to represent the tassels on the actual ghostface robe.

The second one designed was Freddy's, which gave me a lot more trouble than any of the other ones. Initially, his colors were to be green and red ONLY, but half-way through the design process, I realized how limiting that was to the overall design. So, I scrapped a large portion of the coloring I had already done, and went back in with the brown color that the rest of his actual design has. (Pants, hat, shoes, etc) But to make the brown stand out, and be more "magical" I added a gold glitter to the larger segments, which I think works ok.

The third is Jasons, which I like enough, but if I were to re-design them I would probably change his more. As it currently stands however, I'm happy with his design. His chosen colors were originally purple and blue, but as you can see, I stuck with just blue throughout, with a hint of silver, for flair :) Jason's theme was obvious from the start: Camp Crystal Lake, he drowned... Combine that with the blue coloring, and it's one water-themed get up! His is also by far the most "princess" like one, but you know I like it, everyone deserves to feel like a pretty princess every-now-and-then :) The only thing I changed about his mask was to color the checked marks from red to blue, just to keep it consistent.

And finally, the last one designed was Michael's. His didn't give me trouble, so to speak, it was more a case of once I got to his, I had run a little out of creativity, and I wasn't as inspired w/ his design as the other 3. I'm still happy with the final product, but like with Jasons, if I were to re-design them, Michael's would be re-done too. In any case, the idea for his design came loosly from clowns and jack-o-lanterns. There are 4 large buttons and one large (button/broach??) on his waist, pinning the top to a close. And double knives, for double stabbing action. Also to set his weaponry apart from everyone else. Yeah, I don't have as much to say about his design, it's overall simpler compared to the others, and what you see is what you get.

[gaiussaidno]

merlin/gwaine comic is done nearly 17 hrs later. 🥲 rambling under the cut!

i promised to myself that this year, i would draw more! the yearly otp prompt list motivated me bc all i had to do was choose one thing per month, which is doable without too much pressure for me. i decided i would do "whenever i look at you" from january's list. i really love merlin and gwaine and i feel like these two have Palpable chemistry. i rewatched merlin bbc in december and i forgot how serious and stoic merlin could be. but gwaine always seems to bring lightheartedness to his scenes and makes everyone smile or laugh, even if he's the butt of the joke sometimes. these two balance each other out really well! merlin can also be really mischievous and silly sometimes too, so when he gets paired with gwaine, they're just CHAOS. xD anyway, i ship merlin with everyone in the show, but i think that he and gwaine have such a satisfying dynamic for me personally; they're very fun and sweet!

but yes! this took 16 hrs and 40 something minutes. i feel like it's probably one of the longest pieces i've spent time on. i certainly didnt think i would be taking this long for one comic page. xD sorry if it's a little "graphic design is my passion", i struggle with colors and composition. anyway, i did way more research on flowers than i expected for this lol. i chose lavender roses for ''love at first sight", white camellias for "i adore you", and pink honeysuckles for "playfulness and romance". i have been reading a lot of lovely gwaine/merlin fics before and during the time i drew this. xD things i'm really proud about this piece are merlin's eyes in the first panel, gwaine's hair, and mordred. xDDD (it's puppy ears on mordred's head bc i didnt remember how much he was like a stray puppy at first).

i listened to a LOT of songs while doing this (i think i would've gone mad if i didn't lol), but the two that i was like 'HELLL YEAHHHHH' for this ship were:

"Flying" by Last Dinosaurs. and "Me & You" by HONNE. ;3

**initial sketch of this comic page is posted: HERE

[kayleezra]

Shower Notes // (Marcus Pike x AFAB!Reader)

Word Count: 1502 Warnings: none

Summary: Marcus makes a point to leave you a note when you shower.

A/N:  This is something I used to do, not love notes but random messages for my family to see.

It all started when you moved in with Marcus and woke up with him. You could probably sleep for another 30 minutes to an hour but you insisted on getting up early with Marcus. You told him that you could 1) enjoy your morning without rushing and 2) spend the quiet morning with him getting ready. There was something so pleasantly domestic about getting up early to leisurely get ready with Marcus, enjoying your morning coffee and relishing the peace before the world woke up and got to work. Of course, neither of you were perfect and spent some mornings crashing into each other in a hurried rush because one of you said ‘just 5 more minutes’, the common words said before being late for work. 

With the extra time, you’d given yourself in the mornings you’d been able to add little surprises to Marcus’s mornings to show him how much you love him and remind him of such before he leaves the sanctity of home and goes off to work. You poured his coffee into his to-go mug, its stainless steel exterior made a perfect surface for your whiteboard marker. Contrary to the name, a whiteboard marker can be used on many different surfaces while remaining removable with the swipe of a finger. So, every morning you’d pour Marcus’s coffee and write a little message on his mug. Sometimes it was a cheesy love line, others it was a bad joke or random thought, the possibilities were endless. You quickly became a menace with the marker, leaving messages on mirrors, glass and any surface you could find. You enjoyed thinking of places and things to say and loved the smile and chuckle that escaped Marcus without fail when he read them. This silly little task you gave yourself brought you both joy in your days and allowed for a moment of serenity. 

— Flashback —

Humming to yourself while exiting the shower, you were faced with the bathroom mirror. Which isn’t unusual but the message adorning it is. Normally there is just a fogged-up mirror, but right now there are letters drawn in the fog. 

The message reads a simple ‘I ♥️ you!’ 

It’s clearly Marcus’s writing but Marcus isn’t home, he’s already left for work. You allow his magic ways to baffle you for a moment before smiling at the mirror. Once you get a moment you text Marcus an ‘I ♥️ you too’.

When both of you are home you give each other a welcoming kiss and hold each other for a moment, allowing the both of you to let go of whatever chaos happened outside these walls. 

“So, how’d you do it?” you ask in his chest.

“Hmm?” Marcus is looking down at you, you crane your neck to meet his eyes.

“The writing on the mirror, how’d you do it?”

“Oh,” he smiles, clearly proud of himself, “soap. It leaves a residue that the steam doesn’t cling to. So, I just used a soapy finger.”

You giggle, grabbing his face in both hands. “I love you,” you say before pulling him in for a kiss. 

“I love you too,” Marcus responds once the kiss breaks. 

If you’re honest you thought that that would be the only time you’d exit the shower to see a message, but you were wrong. You even thought that maybe he’d do it every once and a while, but again, you’d be wrong. Every time Marcus showered he wrote a message, he’d clean the mirror, erasing the previous message before soaping his hands and writing a new one. He always wrote something, even added little drawings from time to time that were definitely hard to make out. His messages started sweet and simple, but as he fell into the habit and you looked forward to them he changed them up.

Some examples of his messages include;

‘How many tickles to tickle an octopus? Ten-tickels, which was written small to fit it all and took a second to read.

‘You are my favourite piece of art.’

‘I can’t believe you’re mine.’

‘I think I stole you from a museum.’

All either sweet or cute or both. However, one day Marcus was clearly feeling a little frisky as you exited the shower to the mirror reading ‘nice tits’. You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing. Plus, if Marcus liked them so much why not give him a show. So, you were quick to send him a mirror selfie, leaving his message in view along with your nude chest. You sent the photo to him with the message “These ones?” Whatever Marcus was doing at work was put on hold and he read and responded immediately, ‘yes, those ones. Very much those ones.’ and then a second later, ‘Making it hard to get work done, baby’

Being in a cheeky mood you sent a ‘there's stolen art that needs you, Mr. Pike. You can tend to this piece of art during after-hours 😉’

And when the two do you got home that day, he definitely worshiped you like an art piece he was enthralled with.

—Present—

If Marcus was home, he never missed a day no matter what. Even when the two of your showered together he’d get out early and be sure to quickly scribble a message on the mirror, even reading it to you when you exited. If he was sick he’d write it whenever he used the bathroom. Marcus was most creative if he was away from home for a few days due to work, he’d write a message on the mirror in his hotel and take a photo to send to you.  Sometimes the time was totally off but that didn’t matter it was the fact that even when miles away he thought of you and the small gesture you’d grown to love. 

This evening you needed a shower, after running to work late and having a shitty day you needed the hot water to wash the day away before joining Marcus in bed. Feeling a little down and thrown off your routine you totally forget about what's waiting for you on the mirror. You exit the shower, in the steam-filled bathroom, with a tired sigh. Once wrapped in your towel you glance at yourself in the mirror, the words ‘Loving you is easy and the best thing I’ve ever done,’ adorning it.

 Between the shitty day and low mood, the message brings tears to your eyes. You leave the bathroom and instead of making your way to your side to get ready for bed you go to Marcus’s and lay yourself on top of him in a hug. Marcus hugs you back, kisses the top of your head and worriedly asks you “What's wrong, baby?”. You are able to withhold and collect your tears, feeling so much more at ease in his arms. You don’t answer him and the two of you stay silent in each other's embrace for a moment before you look up at him. 

“Why do you go through the effort of writing those messages every day?” At first, Marcus is confused by the question because it’s come out of the blue, he’s been doing this for months now.

“Well, first of all, they don’t take any ‘effort’,” Marcus releases you briefly to make air quotes, “I enjoy them. It's another way I get to incorporate you into my life, plus I know it puts a smile on your face and I’d swim to the black sea, build a rocket and fly to Mars if it meant you’d smile. Not to mention you always leave me notes with your little marker, I mean I really just copied you.”

Perhaps you already knew his answer, Marcus wasn’t one that left you questioning his love, so all you do is tighten the hug and kiss him. When you rest your head back down on his chest you giggle to yourself.

A moment passes before Marcus says, “Well? Go on, share with the class. What has you giggling?”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s how you proposed.”

Marcus chuckles, “Now that’s a good idea. How about you totally forget that so you can be surprised when I do it.”

You laugh again and kiss him, “I love you.”

“And I love you. If I hadn’t made that clear already,” he smirks

You shake your head at him with a huge smile painted on your face.

Marcus loved you and he always let you know before you ever had a chance to question it. You both did. The two of you brought out the best in each other and made everything seem easy. Even during ups and downs, your love was never questioned or in jeopardy. All other ‘love’ before this felt insignificant in comparison, this was all-encompassing and healthy and came so naturally. You can’t wait to write the next message for him and see what he’s written for you, and you can’t wait to do this for the rest of your lives together.

Taglist: @spideysimpossiblegirl @littlemisspascal @writer-darling

[narbevoguel]

Hello guys. It's been a while since I made a post like this, but today I wanted to talk about my art. I haven't posted something proper in forever, and to say I haven't spent this entire time at least doodling a thing or two would be a lie, but there's a reason why I haven't been posting much and just keeping my art semi private, or multiple, let me explain (I'll have a TLDR at the end if you don't wanna bother with this, but written awfully):

First, I believe you guys deserve more than some stupid sketches. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy sketching, aesthetic aside, drawing multiple sketches a day is how I pushed myself to experiment new things and just get better overall, plus I draw them fast, so I could pull a bunch of sketches in the time it takes me to color just one, so I could spill one silly idea after the other. I don't know why or exactly when I started to feel like this is just not worth it for you guys, that you deserve more from me than what I put out, that maybe I disappoint you immensely. This isn't even about reach, I don't care about that, this is about me showing something worth to see.

Second, is how I chose to spend my time. Last year was a very busy year for me overall, my job became increasingly demanding at times, lotsa personal issues that stressed me out immensely, which resulted in me using my remaining free time doing other activities, including spending time with people I shouldn't have been so permissive with (except my gang, that's why I made it a New Year's Resolution to annoy you guys more, you know who you are), it became a thing where I was even afraid to say no to them in favor of my art or other me-activities in fear of them taking it the wrong way, which, in a weird way, ended up happening anyway and resulted in long term passive aggressive conflict, and well, all of this negativity and then some, especially combined, made me reluctant to pick my pen up most of the time, which leads me to my next point.

Third, not drawing as often made me lose my momentum considerably. I could draw stuff comfortably without much artblock, if at all, or something I thought looked ugly. It just came out naturally, sometimes without even using references, it was crazy, but I feel I lost that momentum; don't get me wrong, I don't think my art looks worse than before, far from it, I did a comparison a couple of days ago and I noticed that despite all these issues, I have indeed improved a lot, thing is, I still feel it doesn't look good, I can't seem to know where I want to go with it, or what I want it to look like, I have no idea how to describe this feeling of "I hate immensely what I've been doing", maybe I'm beating myself up too hard and this is a result of not sharing anything with you guys, but I want to be comfortable with the characters I always draw before I bring them out again (although for some reason Purah's perfection always makes my doodling easier, she has become my ultimate comfort character it seems, hah).

All that said, I want to change things this time. I'm not sure if I'll post more like I did before, or if I'll post less than I used to, but I want to post things again. Maybe won't start soon, but will definitely do it. I've even been stocking up on traditional materials to pick the pen back up in other ways as well (haven't done this since my college days, so I'm a bit excited), I don't want to make promises I can't keep (you guys know I'm terrible with keeping up with stuff lol), but I will try my hardest to post more finished pictures and less sketches. It might result in me posting less art and/or jokes as before, but we'll see where that leads me. I'm still not sure if I'll continue to keep the sketches to myself or not, but one step at a time, step one is to just stop beating myself up, turns out my negativity knows how to throw hands. If you read ALL to this point, my most sincere thanks, I know it isn't easy to put up with my crap, and if you didn't it's fine, I still love you, in fact, I'll sum it up for you below.

TLDR: I'm a stupid piece of crap that didn't know how to manage my free time which resulted in me developing a very serious case of imposter syndrome and I'm throwing hands back in hopes, no, in expectancy of walking out of it a victor, for my sake, and for you guys as well.

Anyway, thanks for reading, short or long version, and remember, a Purah a day, keeps uh, the heart happy and brain mushy, or something like that.

[lizzie-bennetdarcy]

5, 4, 3, 2, 1

Rules: post the top 5 works you’re most proud of that you released in 2022 (not necessarily your most popular), your top 4 current WIPs that you’re excited to release in the new year, your top 3 biggest improvements in your writing over the past year, your top 2 resolutions (ways you wish to improve your writing/blog) for the new year, and your number 1 favorite line you’ve written this year!

Tagged by the lovely @chelle-68 🥰🥰

5 works (in no particular order)

How long till we reach the door?

My first E fic and longest published fic to date. For whatever reason, it was one of the easiest fics for me to write, and is still one of my favorites. I also experimented with a dual POV, and I liked how it turned out.

Lock it up

The idea for this fic came about from a random tumblr post about David being Patrick's lock screen photo. For whatever reason, I really enjoy (HEA, obviously) fics where the Brewers learn that Patrick is gay/about his relationship in an alternate way. I think it's because it's a miracle he did keep the secret as long as he did.

A taste of you

From a prompt for Frozen Over. I'm sure the prompter did not intend for there to be as many ball jokes in a cake pop decorating meet-cute, but unfortunately I have the humor of a 12 year old boy. I still love this fic, and I like that I was able to include the phone call from canon, as well as Stevie because I love her.

Kiss & tell

The idea that Patrick would befriend the neighborhood ladies absolutely delights me, and power walking seemed to be the best way to do it. I also love that no matter how much gossip two local business-owning queer men may have, the busybody old ladies always know more.

(He) was a fast machine

Poor, newly single Patrick has to listen to his upstairs neighbors have sex. Loudly. Constantly. At least he can make friends, right? I'm glad others enjoyed this fic, because I love it and was delighted the whole time while writing it!

4 wips

I have a handful of wips I could share, but these are the most likely to actually come to fruition. I get distracted easily, therefore I write slow. I'm also more focused on drawing right now, so.

Post-canon vacation fic!

This will be my longest fic to date, and I am very excited about it. Mostly just lots of sex and soft husband's.

David's mirror

A slightly angsty fic I started recently. Basically, David's struggle with self-image.

How long till we reach the door? Continuation

1, possibly 2 more chapter about what happens after their first meeting!

Romeo and Juliet au.

What it says, except way less death. HEA guaranteed, of course.

3 biggest improvements

The first is just that I started writing, I suppose. I had a teacher in high school who absolutely hated my writing, for whatever reason, and had me convinced I was Bad at writing. Then I posted a silly little fic and all my friends were so lovely about it that I kept trying.

I would say I got better at recognizing how I write. I tend to need to get the general actions written out in a scene before I go back in and flesh out more depth and emotion.

I learned a lot more about dialogue punctuation. I haven't written much dialogue... ever, so I spent time trying to make sure I do it right.

2 resolutions

Write more! I really do enjoy writing, and I would like to carve out more time to do it.

Take more time to plot. I work a lot better when I have a structure to follow, so if I take the time in the beginning, I think it will be easier to stick with ideas.

Number 1 Favorite Line

"She never thought to wonder what he might not have wanted captured." From Lock it up.

I don't know that I really have a favorite line I've written, but part of my Marcy series centers around her desire to be involved and fully supportive of her new life. I headcanon that the older he got, the less Patrick liked having pictures of himself taken because it was too close to showing how he felt inside. It's hard to live a lie when it's staring you in the face, right? So now that he's accepted this huge part of himself, he starts taking pictures again and Marcy is delighted.

Tagging @smblmn @hippolotamus @stereopticons @smallumbrella369 @obsessedwithdavrick @mammameesh

[grizzlyofthesea]

Mushy Personal Emotion Turtles

So, as you can tell, I absolutely adore the Rise iterations of the turtles and April. I'd like to take this time to expound on just how much they mean to me, though.

The Mad Dogs' significance to me ties into my sibling relationships. I only have one biological brother, but I could make a case for there being two sibling figures in my life--my brother, and one of my cousins who may as well have been an older sister to me. My histories with both of them are rocky.

My brother has been part of my life for as long as I can remember; he's only a year younger than me. I've spent nearly all that time bickering with him and sometimes getting into more intense fights. It was at its worst when he was about 10 to 16 years old, so when I was about 11 to 17. We're doing better now. I think we've learned to appreciate each other's company more since we've both gone off to college. But having such a negative force in my life for so long was...not fun, to say the least.

Then there's my cousin. We used to play together all the time. When we were old enough to set up our own email addresses, we emailed each other basically all day, every day. It was fun at first, but something turned our relationship toxic. I'm still not quite sure what the catalyst was. She cut off contact with me after a particularly brutal argument, and I did not cope with it well at the time. At all. This happened during an already difficult time in my life, so I was a total mess. I'm doing better now, but it's not perfect. Family gatherings where I see her are still awkward even though this happened several years ago. I want things to go back to how they were, even though I know it was terrible for my mental health. It's awful. Every time I think I'm over it, I break down crying whenever the topic comes up.

In summary, even though I've always had at least one sibling figure present in my life, my relationships with them have almost always had some sort of strain on them.

This is where the turtles come in.

Seeing the turtles just...be brothers, with April as basically their sister, really struck a chord with me. I really wanted that in my life. For once, I just wanted to have a nice, normal, relaxed sibling relationship. Do they have silly arguments sometimes? Yeah. Do they have some major disagreements? Of course. But they always stand up for each other in the end. They never get into fistfights with the intent to seriously hurt each other. They never intentionally ignore each other's achievements. They love each other to the core.

I started joking with my friends that I'd "adopted" the turtles and April as my siblings, but then I decided to take it just a bit further. For fun, I did some tarot readings to determine what my relationships with them would be if they were my siblings.

First, I checked to see if they'd even accept me as a sibling. My deck has you draw three cards for a yes or no reading; the answer depends on how many "no" cards you draw. All three cards I drew indicated "yes." :)

Then, I drew individual cards for each unique sibling bond.

April: Queen of Swords

Indicates strength and resilience. I took this to mean a close, trusting bond.

Raph: Three of Cups

Represents comfort and fun. I feel like he'd be my "big little brother," protecting me just like the others even though I'm older than him.

Leo: The Hanged Man

Symbolizes uncertainty and limbo. It isn't a lost cause, but there would be the least trust between us.

Donnie: Seven of Pentacles

Stands for dedication and potential. We'd be loyal as all heck to each other, and we may even enble each other to excel.

Mikey: Nine of Cups

Represents support and love. We'd hang out a lot and get each other through tough times.

Are any of you weirdos like me who get way too attached to fictional characters? (I mean that in the kindest way possible.) Feel free to share your thoughts.

Thank you for coming to my Turtle Talk.