#so I'm just using them as an excuse to practice color and poses

[radpool]

if I was empty space, and you were a formless shape, we'd fit...

- noah kahan, strawberry wine

in which wade comforts logan after a bad night, and logan just needs to hold and be held.

[z0mbbiegvrl]

stan’s gang (singular but idk if you do that already) x fem reader for prom headcanons? 💐

✮⋆˙ MAIN FOUR WITH FEM!S/O PROM HEADCANNONS

↳ an: just in time for prom season!! hope you enjoy this! i'm only going to prom just for the pics and so i can wear a hairspray roach dress. also butters is the best wingman in this. Was gonna post this tomorrow morning but nope!! Yall deserve a post today!!

↳ cw: slight suggestive material

↳ mlist

: ̗̀➛ ★ STAN MARSH

Okay Stan, Stan is the most lowkey about the promposal thing but dont worry, he’s not going to ask you out over text or the phone (he considered it) 

So, he invites you over to his house on a night when his parents are out, his sister is off with her friends. He made sure there would be no distractions. Decorates his bedroom with [YOUR FAVORITE COLOR] balloons, party streamers, and flowers. He also gets you [YOUR FAVORITE SNACKS/CANDY/DRINKS] and puts them in a basket with a teddy bear in it.

He cleaned his room before this, and when you said you’d be leaving your house soon, he quickly got himself looking nice and waited for your arrival.

Once you got to his house and up to his room, he was very nervous as you looked around his room with a smile. You then reached the basket, reading the small heart the teddy bear was holding. You turned to face him and gave him your answer, hugging him, which took a huge weight off his shoulders.

After that, he then remembered why he picked a night he’d be home alone, and you two didn’t do much talking for the rest of the night. 

On prom night, he’s all dressed and ready. Just waiting for his mom and Shelly to get done dressing you up. While he waits, Randy for sure gives him some bad advice on not being stupid and becoming parents that night. 

When you finally come downstairs, Stan fights every urge in his body to not puke on the spot. Just seeing you dressed so differently compared to what he’s used to, he’s starstruck.

Sharon forces you two to take photos, basic poses. Stan behind you, hands on your waist and smiling at the camera. Another one with you kissing Stan on the cheek, Stan’s face in the photo is bright red.

At the prom, he lets you go see your friends first, taking this time to go see his friends. 

Despite what you might think, Stan actually will dance with you on the dance floor outside of a slow dance. Just take a little begging and he’ll cave. Smiling as he spins you around.

Slow dancing with different for him, yeah, there are some nights at your place or his where you two just randomly slow dance. But now it’s a moment of ‘wow’ for him. You like him. Like Really. The whole dance, he’ll hold you close and hide his face in your hair to ground himself. Once the dance is over, he’ll excuse himself to go to the bathroom, because did we expect him to keep it down for that long? He’s not Superman. 

After prom is over, he’ll go back to his house, and the two of you will just get unready together and spend the night eating leftovers, putting up a fort in his bedroom to watch movies until you two fall asleep, holding each other. 

: ̗̀➛ ★ KYLE BROFLOVSKI

Kyle has everything planned out for your promposal, he wants it to be perfect for you since he not so subtly has been eavesdropping on your conversations with your friends regarding prom.

Shelia invites you out to dinner with his family somewhere very fancy. You’re not a stranger to being invited to family dinners. After Sheila realizes just how much you love her son, she starts to invite you for dinner even if Kyle is out at practice or with his friends.

The dinner went by very smoothly. The first time you were taken to dinner without Kyle was weird, but now you were used to it. Chatting with Sheila about some school drama she was invested in, listening to Gerald talk about the weird case he has at work, and Ike’s hockey game. 

Kyle finally joins the dinner, talking about how practice ran late, a small kiss on the head for you, and then the dinner carries on.

When everyone’s done eating, a waiter comes by with a small white plate, placing it in front of you. You’re a second away from saying you didn’t order this before you notice Sheila is filming and you glance down to see red icing around [DESSERT OF CHOICE], asking you out to prom. 

Kyle is a nervous wreck when he sees you looking a the plate, before he sees the smile and then gets the answer he was hoping for.

On the night of the prom, you and Wendy get ready at Bebe’s house. Clyde’s parents got a limo for him and Bebe, so Bebe invited her two best friends and their dates for the night.

Everyone goes to some fancy restaurant in the city that Clyde’s father picked out. The whole time, Kyle was infatuated with just how amazing you looked. Took some cute selfies and silly ones for you to post later. 

At the prom, Kyle is a little nervous to full-on dance with you to faster-paced songs; he will be okay with watching you and your friends dance while he guards your drink and bag. 

When a slow dance comes on, Kyle will ask for your hand and dance with you. Will whisper sweet nothings in your ear. Kyle is so respectful of where he puts his hands and so technical, you would think he could be a ballroom dancer. 

None of you cared about the king or queen voting, mostly because Kyle pulled you out of the building before it happened to have a moment with you away from the chaos inside the building.

He takes this moment to thank you for being with him, he gets super sentimental, but rushes through what he was saying; after being together for a while, you never fail to make him nervous. 

As cliché as it is, the snow falls around the two of you when Kyle pulls you in for one final dance and a kiss to finish the night. 

: ̗̀➛ ★ KENNY MCCORMICK

Of course, you and Kenny are going to the prom. A night where he gets to see you all dressed up and you’re his to show off. Kenny. Is. There.

Kenny’s Promposal for you is one of those funny medieval ones you see online, like Butters is at your front door reading a note in his little Paddlin costume with a accent while Kenny, Stan, Eric, and Kyle are walking onto your front lawn. Kenny is on a chair dressed in his princess outfit, holding flowers that are stolen, and the other three are trying not to drop him before they place the chair in front of you so Kenny can finally ask if you will join him at prom. After you say yes, as planned, everyone cheers, Kenny kisses your cheek, and then they carry him away. 

For the night of the prom, Kenny, with the help of his sister Karen, sets up your dining table all fancy while you’re out with one of your parents getting ready for prom. They made it look all fancy, mood lights, fancy-shaped napkins, and a home-cooked meal of spaghetti. 

When you get back home, Kenny’s there waiting for you, dressed in a suit, all nicely put together with an excited smile when he finally gets to see how you’re dressed. He pulls out all the stops, pulling your chair out, pushing it in, serving you your meal, hell, he’s even wiping your face for you.

Will ask to do the Lady and the Tramp a noodle, and of course, you do it. (Karen takes a photo)

At the prom, Kenny ABUSES the photoshoot area. He will force you to pose with him for everything. Even in the small photobooth, he’s dragging you in there for pictures he can carry around in his wallet. Takes one as he kisses you very roughly, then another with your lipstick if you wear it smeared on his face.

You two danced the whole night, you don’t even think you two have sat down once since the moment you got there. 

You two didn’t win prom queen or king, losing to Bebe and Clyde, but it was okay. Kenny didn’t care much for that, plus, he already sees you as his queen, so you don’t even need the crown.

After the night is over, Kenny decides to take you to Starks Pond. Parking in the middle of the park, ignoring the no-parking sign. He helps you out of his truck, leading you to the back of the truck, which has blankets everywhere. There you two lay and stargaze, coming off from the buzz of being excited and dancing around.

Whatever happens that night, happens ;)

: ̗̀➛ ★ ERIC CARTMAN

Prom is definitely in the cards for you and Eric.

Eric plans this big promposal for you, is it out of spite because he wants to outdo what Kyle did for his S/O…maybe.

He plans this elaborate prom proposal during halftime at the next basketball game. He assigns Butters to get you to where he needs you to stand, and Kenny to play the music/lighting and all that. 

Once you get there, Eric begins this whole song segment (yes, I’m going this route) while holding a sign that says something super cheesy that he thought was cool enough to have. 

And of course, you’re surprised because he kept this under wraps better than he keeps most things he’s not supposed to tell you. So you say yes, and Eric will overplay his emotions because it’s Eric, but once you two are alone, he’s super happy you said yes.

OKAY, now for the actual prom day. His mom picks you up from your house, and Eric is in the backseat. He says this is his version of a limo ride. Liane didn’t want to get a limo, so they had to unwillingly compromise. 

You guys go to Casa Bonita for your prom dinner (this is where the Limo money went); Liane takes an embarrassing amount of photos of you two in front of the building and then throughout the dinner.

Eric, every once in a while, will whine about wanting to go do things instead of taking photos, but Liane shoves it off. She’s just excited to see her poopsiekins all grown up. You two remind her of her prom night, so she wants to document this moment. 

You two almost end up late to the prom because Eric didn’t want to leave the as he calls it, “The Disney Land of Mexican Food”. As Liane is about to drive away, she gives Eric a condom just in case. Eric wanted to die on the spot. 

Once at the prom, you go join your friends wherever they are in the building the school rented for the night. Just showing off outfits and whatnot.  Eric is doing the same, but mostly just bragging about how he has the hottest girl and showing you off.

Of course, you two share a slow dance. He’s not terrible at it, sure, he stepped on your toe a couple of times, but that’s the charm of a prom dance.

The night comes to an end, and you win Prom Queen, WOO, everyone is happy for you until the reveal of prom king happens, and it’s not Eric.

He gets super disappointed, even more so when the prom king and queen pictures have to be taken. 

Dude is standing behind the camera, sulking like a child, practically stomping his feet.

Of course, you feel bad for him, so as a joke, you two head to Burger King and get him a kid’s crown.

You took a photo of both of you while Liane drove you guys home, it’s you still wearing your crown, kissing his cheek, his face bright red. 

Eric keeps that photo in his wallet. 

[ruija]

Well I really love your art, may I ask how do u color? I struggle with coloring turtles and I wasn't to know how do u do that?

Hi anon! That's a very broad question, so you've given me a great excuse to ramble anything I want about my coloring, eehehehee~! This will be in two parts and I'll start with talking about my simpler coloring style.

As in, when I color characters on a white background, with a limited or light palette.

The driving force behind this style is me being lazy. My time, energy, and attention span are pretty limited, so if I want to finish anything, I gotta do it fast. And with fanart, I'm usually just doing it for fun and relaxation, so there's no need to push myself to polish it too much.

Despite that, I rarely post just black and white sketches or line arts. I always try to add at least a little bit of toning or shading, because that makes the image easier to read. The characters and their shapes pop out and catch the eye of the viewer better.

However, in this particular example, just the couple toning colors don't quite do the job. The way Don and Leo are entangled makes the center area of this illustration very busy and hard to read.

As a comparison; this pic has only one tone + mask colors, and it works. This is because all the characters are standing separately and their poses are very stationary and simple.

So for the Don + Leo pic, adding some shadows helps in bringing out shapes and depths. Also in general, if you don't feel like drawing BGs, it's good to at least add a shadow below the characters. It grounds them and makes them feel like they exist within a space.

Sometimes if the posing looks too complex and busy, it might just be best to color in the characters fully.

However, even if I do full flat colors, I tend to use a lighter palette. Putting characters in their neutral/default color on a white BG can look a bit jarring as if they're floating in a void. It feels less immersive and like the picture is unfinished.

Using lighter colors makes the image more cohesive, and fits the characters into the white environment a bit more naturally.

If I'm too lazy to draw a BG, I prefer using stylized and limited colors. It feels deliberate and that the whiteness is just part of the palette, whereas the character-accurate colors on white don't match as well, even if they're more pastel.

That being said, there's nothing wrong with just slapping the flat-colored characters on a white background. As you know, I do it too. I'm just exposing my 'fancy coloring style' for what it is; me being lazy, hah!

Limited and monochromatic palettes are a nice shortcut even when you do actual backgrounds. It's faster and you don't have to worry about clashing colors. And you can still convey atmosphere and mood.

Also, on the topic of conserving your time and efforts; I think it's very common among younger/less experienced artists to think that the amount of time you spend on your art piece = how good and well received that piece will be.

Which has some merit to it of course, but it can lead to putting too much effort into areas where it's not necessary. E.g. filling the piece with tons of details and clutter that don't serve an actual purpose, but rather make the image hard to read. Or doing really complicated shading for a meme/comic, where simplicity would deliver the joke better.

So whenever I'm drawing something I intend to publish, whether it's a quick doodle or a more polished piece, I try to follow these two principles: Make it easily readable and do the bare minimum that needs to be done to convey what I want to convey.

Putting time into practice is important, but if you draw for work, it's also crucial that you know how to prioritize and use your time efficiently!

Anyway, thanks for reading! In the next part I'll go into how I do my fully colored pieces, so stay tuned for that!

[bree-cheesy]

could you write something along the lines of suprising ted when he gets back from the margaritaville trip with a new set of lingerie in his favourite color and well, you know where it goes from there with softdom!ted (bonus points if we call him theo and he adores when we use that nickname)

*Sigh* I really don't have a reason on why I've been off the face of the planet. I'm really sorry y'all. I'm so sorry this request has taken so long. I really have no excuses.

I mean, I have my reasons, but not any good ones. Mental health stuff and such.

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It was a very long few months. Being all alone cramped up in Ted's apartment while he was off driving across the country. Of course you talked whenever he could and always fell asleep with him on the phone, but it started to just be.... not enough. You counted down the days until he'd come back and you could be in his arms again.

Your girlfriends had taken you out on a shopping trip a few days ago to lift your spirits and you had a marvelous idea when you passed a lingerie shop. You bought the most beautiful set you could find- definitely helped that it was his favorite color- with one idea in mind. Ted was coming back that night and you wanted to surprise him. No doubt he'd be tired and probably frustrated from driving. He'd want to relax and just sleep.

But..... He'd been gone for sooo long. You were also frustrated.... in another way. You had deep cleaned the apartment and lit some candles, spreading some fake rose petals you bought at the store on the ground leading to the bedroom. It was cheesy, but you loved it. Slipping into the lingerie set, you heard the front door open and shut and then his voice echo through the apartment. "Honey, I'm home!"

You laid down on the bed in the most seductive pose you could muster and heard his bag drop on the ground in the living room. "You little minx, what is this?" He chuckled and you heard his footsteps get closer to the bedroom door. He stepped in and his eyes landed on the sight of you posed on the bed, the lingerie leaving almost nothing to the imagination.

He took a deep breath and let his eyes rake over your body and you felt your cheeks warm up and started to feel a little nervous. "Fuck."

You giggled a little and sat up on your knees. "Welcome home..." Your voice was soft and timid, looking up at him, fluttering your eyelashes. He groaned and cupped your face, practically smashing his lips against yours. You moaned softly into his mouth and looped your arms around his neck, pressing up against him. His hands slid down your back and to your waist, squeezing gently and sliding his tongue in your mouth, deepening the kiss. "Mmf... Theo..." You mewled softly.

You could've sworn you almost heard him whine at the nickname and he pulled away from the kiss. "Lay down, sweetheart...." He said softly and you quickly obeyed him, albeit not very graceful, and he got on top of you. "I fucking love this, but I need you naked...." He practically ripped the lingerie set off and you scrambled to get his shirt off. He wasted absolutely no time in getting his pants off and lining up to get inside you. "I'll play with this pretty pussy later, I promise.... I just need to be inside you." You whined a little and moaned, spreading your legs for him.

"That's it... good girl..." He slowly pressed inside you and groaned, his eyes rolling back into his head. He thrusted hard and fast, giving you no mercy. You moaned loudly, throwing your head back and squeezing your eyes shut. Your soul almost left your body when his mouth landed on your nipple and his thumb started rubbing at your clit, not stopping his passionate thrusting. "Theo!" You let out a sharp gasp.

He forced your legs open wider, pulling them up against your chest so he could get a better angle. "Yeah? Feels so good doesn't it? Who's making you feel good, baby?"

You tried to muster some words, but it all felt to good. You couldn't get out more then a few whimpers. He thrusted harder and groaned. "Come on, sweetheart. I know you can do it. Use your words, honey."

"You, Theo... You're making me feel so good.....!"

"That's it.... Such a good fucking girl...." He thrusted harder and you felt yourself getting closer and closer, gradually clenching around his cock and making him stutter and groan. "Cum for me, sweetheart. Cum so hard for me..."

You let out a loud moan and came hard, completely soaking his cock. He groaned and his hips stuttered as his own release came, filling you up and almost collapsing on top of you. You both breathed heavily and he pulled away to kiss you gently, cradling your body against him, rubbing your sides and back. Your leg hitched up against his thigh and you smiled into the embrace.

"I missed you so much..." He rubbed his nose against yours and you blushed, tangling your fingers in his hair.

-- Bree <3

[johnnyshrine]

★ 000 //johnnyshrine

★ // Welcome to the shrine!

This shrine is dedicated to sharing a new creation each day in the year 2025, all of which are inspired by the character Johnny Joestar, the main protagonist from JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure Part 7: Steel Ball Run.

!! PLEASE NOTE: THIS SHRINE CONTAINS SPOILERS TO STEEL BALL RUN !!

Blacklist #spoilers so those posts can be hidden!

(This post was last updated: 04.13.25. View patch notes here.)

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★ the shrine's daily offerings: #offerings ★ other people's submissions: #other's offerings ★ updates/non art: #updates ★ answered asks: #asks

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★ // FAQ

★ Who runs this blog?

// Just one guy! You can call me Sen. (he/they/it)

★ @mightysen (art blog) ★ @doorintosummer (personal/main blog I follow from) ★ My Carrd with links to find me elsewhere on the web.

★ What types of works will you be making for these "offerings"?

// That’s the beautiful part: it could be anything! For this devotional, I want there to be as few restrictions and barriers to my creativity as possible. I have so many art supplies and resources I’ve been meaning to use, and I think giving myself a daily excuse to play around and have fun is good medicine. There could even be works that aren’t visual art, such as writing, music, who even knows what I’ll come up with! Some of these works will almost assuredly suck ass, some may be the greatest thing since sliced bread: I cannot guarantee which is which, but I will assure you I’ll show up every day with Something.

More questions and answers below the cut!

★ Why Johnny Joestar? // For starters: I think keeping the subject matter consistent is a really good benchmark to have from drawing to drawing. You know WHO to expect, but the shapes, colors, references and methods in which he’s drawn may vary wildly, which should be fun to watch unfold. 

It also probably goes without saying, but you have to REALLY like a character to be able to commit to something like this. I have a very difficult time explaining in words why I love Johnny without it sounding esoteric, but I assure you I love him a supreme amount and I find a great deal of inspiration in him. His sense of determination is so captivating and I see such a beautiful light in him, so I want to hone in on that and pull off my own great feat like him! Hopefully my art and hunger will show you what my words struggle to say.

★ Can I suggest an idea for a work?

// Yes!! Feel free to send ideas to my Tumblr inbox, the only requirement is that it must feature Johnny Joestar; though you can suggest characters he interacts with! Prompts, poses, expressions, tools, are all open to suggestion.

Keep in mind, I am under zero obligation to do any request, and some of them might be difficult if not impossible to pull off if I don’t have the specified conditions available, but who knows, you might spark something in me! If your idea is used, it will be credited.

(I’m gonna mention this preemptively: I have not started reading Jojolion yet. So I politely ask that no prompts involve anything beyond part 7, as I'm trying to avoid spoilers. I will edit this section once I have finished part 8.)

★ Why are you doing this?

// Despite the fact that I am posting these publicly, this is something purely for me. My greatest expectation with this devotional is to have a death of the audience moment with these pieces, not caring if the art I’m making is “good” or will be “well received”, simply that it comes from the Heart; that is why this practice was founded.

My own personal struggles with my art in recent years have come from an anxiety of trying to fit some kind of standard that was self imposed by my own expectations of what I thought others wanted of me, stifling my creative spark by chasing after dollar signs and being a Presentable Brand™. I forgot art was fun. I forgot who I am. This daily practice is how I remember. This is my form of prayer, hence why I’m calling this landing place a “shrine”.

Admittingly, the timing is very ripe to do this in 2025. Steel Ball Run’s manga is finally releasing in English in May, and it’s incredibly likely the Steel Ball Run anime is getting announced on JoJo Day in April. The hype for these things isn’t something for me to cash in on, more like it fuels me and inspires me. I’ve had moments in my life where it felt very hard to go on, but having something to look forward to in the future would always reframe things. I want to keep living and doing my best so I can hold that hardcover manga in my hands and be there when the anime finally drops because this story and its characters mean the world to me!

★ Why do this daily?

// I have done a few private daily drawing and meditation challenges before, and it’s a rewarding feeling to have done a little something each day that adds to your growth. I’m also a bit of a recovering perfectionist, and I fear that if I gave myself a challenge that required more time (let’s say, a Johnny once a week) it might make me lean into my perfectionistic tendencies. I’m already well aware I can sit my ass down for 20+ hours and make something nice, I don’t need to keep proving that. I’m trying to do the opposite: I want to be able to loosen up with my drawing, make peace with making mistakes, be a little bit more vulnerable and sloppy and silly with my soul’s expression. My hope is that by the end of 2025, the vessel of all the collective art will take me into a greater understanding of myself and the world.

★ Why post these publicly if it’s something just for you?

// I feel like the last few years of my life, I’ve kept myself rather obscured and tucked away parts of myself that felt too authentic and vulnerable. But it’s 2025 now, I think it’s time we unlearn shame and do as we please. I asked myself in earnest what I wanted to do in the new year, and he replied “I just wanna draw pictures of Johnny. :D”, so who am I to ignore that request? I have so much love in my heart for Johnny and my art that it'd be a shame not to share them with the world; in fact, I don't think I even could, and so I must share.

★ Do you have any alternative goals to do anything with the works produced here?

// I have a personal project that I require a lot of still images of Johnny for which will assuredly contain art from the shrine, however at this time no concrete planning towards that has been made. I also think collecting everything into a book may be fun, whether it be for sale or just for myself.

★ Have you considered selling merch or selling off originals?

Merch isn’t out of the question (I do make it for a living) but I’m really trying to approach this act of devotion as “expression first, outcome second”. My hope is that if merch does arise, it’s mostly a happy accident that it ended up that way or something that my heart wants.

If anyone has requests for particular offerings and what type of merch you'd like, please let me know!

I am open to the idea of selling originals. Feel free to message me to discuss.

★ Can I make my own devotional challenge like yours for Johnny/another character? // If you feel inspired by what I’m doing, feel free! This idea is as free as it makes you feel.

★ Will you continue this beyond 2025?

// Time will tell! I make no promises, especially this early in the race. Let me live through this and see how I feel.

[leisi-lilacdreams]

it should be illegal for a character to be as pretty as Tomiko i normally am indifferent to canon x oc shipping but this one got to me they're so disgusting cute together i hate them /jokinglololololol

Tomiko is @mishacakes' oc and they have lots of arts of them please go check them out

i hope misha likes my gift ;v;

rambling under cut

this started out as just a sketch/pose practice i wanted to give to misha but i have a really bad habit of tinkering with whatever i'm working on and it snowballed into a full illustration

one of those "wait this is actually turning out good hold on a sec" moments

i was studying @ ziyoling's style which is why all the limbs and torso are so long OTL

it wasn't even supposed to be shaded i was gonna be happy with flat colors, but...tinkering

i've seen people put shine on their mask and wanted to be part of the cool people's club but that's what started me shading everything so fml

....i kinda regret i don't have tomi popping her leg to show a peets lol ah well

i at least used it as an excuse to do more with my backgrounds getting real tired of leaving things blank, but i don't want complicated backgrounds so it's been a time going through the Clip Studio Paint asset store looking for ideas

i'm pleased with the outcome which is rare for me

it's also really rare for me to have a completed work to this degree so i'm glad i have one more to add to my small pile

[chronotopes]

about me meme spotted on the dash board what a great excuse to use up too much time answering questions

What's the origin of your blog title?

my favorite poem, "the idea of order at key west" by wallace stevens

OTP(s) + ship names:

help. not really in the stage of my life to have multiple otps, vriska/terezi homestuck + "vrisrezi" (or 'scourge sisters' if you're old school but i'm decidedly not)

Favorite color:

green and burgundy, though not together

Favorite game:

i so don't play video games, i find them fun when i do play them but i do not have the time. ive been known to engage in a Star Dew Valley in the past, which i am still fond of, even though my habit of ignoring the farm to go to the mines all the time maybe indicates that i should Play Another Game. the video game i have the most affection for rn is elden ring tbh which i do nooooot have the time or skill or dedication to play myself but i really liked watching jenny do it. maybe one day.

Song stuck in your head:

i'm listening to posing for cars by japanese breakfast rn so nothing is really stuck in my head

Weirdest habit/trait?:

i feel like my bad habits (picking at my cuticles, not refilling the water filter) are not necessarily weird and i can't think of anything else

Hobbies:

writing (though that might be more of a 'lifestyle' than a hobby), art when i feel like it, piano again lately (YAY). one day fencing will be on this list again but i'm still broke so it's still a no go lol

If you work, what's your profession?:

I write immigration law petitions (and mainly request for further evidence responses these days, which are little customized little letters where you yell at us immigration services for not reading the original petition) for stem researchers

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be?:

creative writing or literature professor at a small teaching college. sigh. oooor writing center director but that one's more complicated. i think i would also be good at working in publishing but i feel i would hate it so there is that.

i don't mind my job right now though, i just wish it had the kind of structure that allowed me to like list people as references.

Something you're good at:

writing (with room for improvement), cooking (both from recipes and on the fly), packing, summoning the energy to do important stuff (like packing, or a long drive), gift-giving, navigating train stations and airports, befriending my friends' gen x moms

Something you're bad at:

navigating things that aren't train stations or airports, being proactive about completing objectively easy work tasks fast, writing-related research, deciding what to eat for breakfast, emotional self-regulation (lol), inviting people i like to hang out, starting new hobbies, refraining from posting through it

Some( )thing(s) you love:

watching my girlfriend and friends' improv practices, the moment when writing goes from One Sentence At A Time to 'trying and failing to keep up with what your brain knows comes next', cold winter days in dc when downtown is empty of everyone but people who live in the area, the river in my hometown, green perfumes

Something you could talk about for hours off the cuff:

late 19th-early 20th century american tomboy literature :] also, adaptations as a whole

Something you hate:

there's plenty of serious things i could say but my first thought was 'how fast bathroom floors get gross'

Something you collect:

perfume samples lol not in the sense that i think of them as 'a collection' i just. happen to have a bunch

Something you forget:

periods of my life where nothing explicitly horrible is happening but i'm still too busy or sad to write in my diary

What's your love language?:

"I don't believe in love languages because they're Christian propaganda about how men don't have to love their wives." SO TRUE SEREN!!!!! that said um i do all of the love languages and like all of the love languages because they are all important to a good relationship. however 'quality time' is the one that i most profoundly need from people to not go insane, while that one and 'gift giving' is probably one of the ones that comes most naturally for me to offer to others.

Favorite movie/show?:

little women (2019) and star trek deep space nine.

Favorite food:

they tend to fall into one of two categories: Stewed Or Slow-Cooked Cozy Thing With A Great Depth Of Flavor (brisket, most beef braises, french onion soup) or Bright Acidic Summery Thing (most forms of tomato salad, any and all mango- or peach-based savory dishes, etc). man idk i like a lot of foods.

Favorite animals:

kity.......

What were you like as a child?:

ages 1–5 who tf remembers. ages 5–11 - quiet, shy, bookish, artistic, Sensitive Soul Whos Been Stomped On By The World (learned english by immersion in a very poorly classroom-managed kindergarden class a month after moving countries). ages 11–13 – LOL SO RANDOM warrior cats enjoyer writing one million novels at any given moment, insufferable know-it-all, seriousgirl who wants to be a funnyman so bad. as you might guess the last category is the one i feel the fondest of.

Favorite subject in school:

In middle school, consistently literature and science (we had separate english and literature classes). from sophomore year of high school onward, i knew i was Going To Be An English Major but that made me a lot pickier about teachers, and i hated both my ap lit and ap lang teachers intensely. so in sophomore year it was english, in junior year it was us history, and in senior year, it was..... good lord, it was probably calculus lol

Least favorite subject in school:

P.E. in middle school easily; in high school, health and wellness followed by algebra ii followed by ap lang followed by ap us government

What's your best character trait?:

Good lord I don't know. I think I'm a good listener and a fairly thoughtful and self-aware person, which makes me good at advice. I am also a very proactive and dedicated person when it comes to acting in collaboration with someone or on someone's behalf. So I was really good about setting up housing and utilities and logistics when Jenny and I had functionally a three-week window for moving across the state. On the other hand last year I waited until April 12th to file my own taxes so ymmv.

What's your worst character trait?:

I still have kind of terrible emotional self-regulation, and it gets worse the closer with someone I get and the better they treat me, so not to be a dramatic ya protagonist boy but the nicer you are to me the greater your chance of one day seeing me be truly stupid and evil about something.

If you could change any detail about your day, what would it be?:

I dropped an egg on the floor this morning which I would rather not have done.

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet?

Virginia Woolf.

Recommend one of your favorite fanfics (spread the love!):

Homestuck: Read Vinbre the Novel, obviously. Or CHARGING THE VOID. Or And the handmaid shall take the hindmost. Or my most underrated non-Aivide fic, the truth must dazzle gradually.

Deep Space Nine: Read Scenes from a Disaster Zone, and then read it again.

[rikumorimachisgirl]

Title: Eyes on you

Pairing: Shaw x You

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 2,901

A/N: You (Y/N) are not the MC in MLQC. This is a plunny that's been bugging me for quite a while, I had to write it. I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own MLQC or its characters, but I do own the concept of this fic.

There were a few mysteries in this world that the esteemed Archeology Graduate Professors at Loveland University can't explain - for instance, the formation of the Stonehenge, the exact location of the lost city of Atlantis, the origin of the Nazca lines… and your presence at the Metro Art Gala dressed to the nines, positively gleaming as you strode arm in arm with your classmate and Thesis partner Shaw, who seemed like the perfect gentleman that evening. Thanks to your work at the Loveland Museum, you scored two invites to the gala featuring the recently discovered works of a well-known artist - an event any Archeology fanatic wouldn't let pass. The two of you walked along with LFG's Exhibition Hall, pausing occasionally to admire one of the recently discovered sculptures by the Renaissance artist D'Romani. As you both looked at the intricacies of the artwork in front of you, your charming companion would lean in slightly and whisper something in your ear, causing you to roll your eyes or stifle a giggle. 

To the guests in the prestigious gala, the two of you looked like two young people at the cusp of falling in love, but the members of the Faculty of the Graduate School of Archeology saw it differently - this was a real-life mystery if they'd seen one. 

As your eyes swiftly swept through the entire room, you could see that your professors only had one question in mind - how'd this happen? How did two people as different as day and night, who argued with each other throughout Graduate studies, end up amiably enjoying each other's company tonight? 

You drew a sharp breath and sighed. The answer was simple: Your Thesis defense was right around the corner. You needed him to cooperate, you were willing to go to great lengths to make it happen. And your Thesis partner (unfortunately) was ready to take full advantage of the situation. 

***

"Tell me why we're doing this again, " you said through the door that separated you and your date, as you were putting on the dress you bought (or invested on, as he casually stated) for tonight's gala, which he insisted on attending with you. It was six in the evening on a Friday, and you had just arrived home after cramming your workload at the Loveland Museum and foregoing your meal breaks just so you could leave work at exactly five-thirty. 

"I already told you a couple of times - you want me to cooperate with you so you can pass our Thesis, and I need a reason to be around her," the purple-haired man waiting at the other side of your bedroom door called out nonchalantly. "You can drop your fantasy about me asking you out because I'm attracted to you."

You hissed silently at his snarky remark and counted to ten. You haven't even left your apartment yet you already wanted this night to be over. "How do you even know she's gonna be there?"

She - the Miracle Finder Producer, the object of your Thesis Partner's fantasies, and as fate would have it, his brother's girlfriend. 

"They're doing a show featuring our Thesis adviser. Didn't he tell us about it during our last consultation?" He asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

"I wasn't listening," you shot back, as you took off your ponytail and started styling your hair with your curling iron. You chose a one-shoulder fitted black dress that stops right above your knees, so you thought of wearing your hair down for a change. 

"Ah, yes. You were too busy looking at your notes, trying to prove me wrong as always."

You closed your eyes, as you continued to make big beach waves and prayed to the gods you wouldn't commit murder tonight. 

"How much longer are you gonna take?"

"Excited much?" You asked, smirking while you now removed your glasses and put on your contacts. "You sound like a teenager excited to see his crush in a school fair!"

"Don't compare me to you!" 

"I don't have designs on anyone in the party," you called back. "Unless your brother's attending the event, that is. From what you've been telling me, he seems like a great guy."

Silence. You arched an eyebrow as you strained your ear to listen for any sign of life outside your bedroom door. What must your grunge-rock skater boy-turned-date-for-the-evening be thinking? 

"Do you want to pass our Thesis or not?"

You struck a victory pose at his remark. Finally, one point - you, Shaw - about twenty. 

"Are you done yet? This suit is really uncomfortable. Damn, why do people even wear these?"

"Because they're decent?" You shot back. "You know, you can always go home if you're not comfortable in your attire because when we get there, you need to act decent, too. Can't have your usual swagger in a formal affair."

"Just hurry it up already!"

You rolled your eyes as you applied your nude-colored lipstick to finish off your look before putting on your black stilettos, and stuffing your phone, wallet, and your makeup in your purse. 

"All done," you replied, as you finally emerged from your room. 

***

A part of you wished that the dynamics between you and Shaw were different. While he was a pain in the neck, and too carefree for his own good, you also thought he made for a good intellectual sparring partner, quite attractive, and it was hard to deny that he's got your heart beating double-time whenever he got too close for comfort like he was at that very moment. 

"My, you two kids seem to be having fun tonight."

You gasped, at the sound of the voice behind you, and you felt your date nudge you ever-so-subtly while straightening.

"Hey, Professor Adler," he said in his usual unruffled tone, his lips stretched into a smirk as he held his hand out to your Anthropology professor and Thesis adviser, who watched you both amusedly. His gesture made your eyes shot wide open, you thought they'd fall right off. Shaw shaking someone's hand? That's one for the books. 

"Shaw. Fancy seeing you here," the stout middle-aged man greeted while shaking your date's hand. "This isn't your usual scene though."

"Yeah, I know, but I can't exactly turn a pretty lady down, can I?" 

"I can see that," your professor said as he looked at you appraisingly. "Well, well, you clean up well, Miss (y/n)."

You fought the urge to squirm at the older man's words when you heard your date cluck his cheeks with his tongue and suddenly felt his arm around your shoulders, pressing you protectively close to his side. 

***

"All done!" You happily announced as you stepped into the living room of your small apartment where your date was impatiently waiting for you. 

You could've sworn he was stunned for a second or two before he shook his head and tried to regain his usual impassive expression. Finally, he stood and walked closer to assess you better. 

"You're not wearing your glasses. I thought you said you're practically blind without them?" 

You cocked your head to one side. Out of all the things he could've complimented or called out, that's the first thing he noticed? 

"Wouldn't it look awkward if I wore glasses to a formal event?"

"Your hair is all curly," he continued as if you didn't say anything. "And your shoes are so tall, won't you trip? Also, surely you have a jacket to go with that dress, right?" 

You stared at him in disbelief. Why did this carefree, bass-playing skater boy turn into your dad all of a sudden? 

"Uh…"

"Well, at least you're not wearing red lipstick. You don't have to try too hard to look sexy. Geez! I've got plans of my own this evening, so don't expect me to be your bodyguard," he continued to mumble as he circled around you. Before long, you felt something warm and heavy on your shoulder. His coat?

"It's just until we get to the venue," he shrugged as he led you to the car he borrowed for tonight. "I don't want people seeing you freeze to death."

You sighed, your shoulders slumped as you followed your date to the car. You already expected he wouldn't throw you a compliment for looking like a proper human tonight, and you cursed yourself for feeling gutted over it anyway. 

 ***

"So, which one of these sculptures did you like best, Professor?" You sighed in relief as Shaw changed the subject, his arm still wrapped around you, making you blush furiously. 

"Oh, I have to say I liked Eros and Psyche best. In case you haven't seen it yet, it's located a little further down the hall near the bar area," the older man was starting to explain when someone tapped his shoulder from behind. 

"Excuse me, Professor Adler," a gentle voice called out, making both the professor and Shaw jump. From behind the old man, a pretty petite with brown hair and big brown eyes, and the biggest smile on her face stepped up. "My name is MC from Miracle Finder."

Almost immediately, Shaw withdrew his arm around you, almost causing you to stagger backward. He straightened up and feigned disinterest. 

"Hey. It's a little rude how you stepped in while I was talking to the Professor," he said, his tone teasing. 

"Oh, I didn't notice you here. Do you mind if I talk to your Professor? We've invited him for an interview about the exhibit," the girl said sweetly. 

Based on how unconsciously coy she acted around Shaw, and the way he kept egging her, there was no doubt that this was the girl he was crushing on. You felt like the odd person out all of a sudden and needed to step away. 

You backed away slowly, careful not to rouse their attention because it would probably suck if you knew how Shaw would introduce you to his little crush. As soon as you were in a safe distance, you turned and walked aimlessly down the hall, pausing briefly at paintings or sculptures that caught your fancy, looking at its intricacies as you did so earlier. But somehow, it wasn't as fun as it was before, so you moved on quickly, to give way to the other guests who also wanted to view the artwork.

Finally, you came upon the bar and decided to rest your tired feet at the far corner, hidden from the rest of the world. Sighing, you slipped your feet off your stilettos and quietly watched as the guests around you - mostly couples - happily chatting away as they enjoyed the beauty of the art around them and the wonderful music that filled the air. You knew somewhere in the crowd, your date was fawning over his lady love, probably getting in the way of her filming your professor. 

Tch. 

You knew he liked her - he always told you he did. And why wouldn't he? MC was pretty, seemingly sweet, and dainty - the kind of girl any guy would like to protect. And you. You were the opposite. You lived for your work, were 'one of the boys', and didn't need anyone to protect you - that's just how you were - and now you started to realize that maybe guys don't exactly like that. At least not Shaw. 

Wait, what were you thinking? You scolded yourself as you shook your head. Why were you even thinking of what he liked when you don't even like him to start with. Or did you? 

"Ugh. What the hell is wrong with me?" You groaned when a cold bottle of beer and a frozen glass was placed in front of you. 

"I was gonna ask you that myself." 

You straightened up in your seat and shot a look at the guy seated beside you. Dressed in a nice grey suit, he smiled as he raised his beer bottle in front of you. 

"You look like you needed a drink. I hope the beer is okay. They don't have fruit beer or soda," he said calmly, his amber-colored eyes never leaving yours. 

"Y-yeah. Beer is perfect," you replied while pouring the amber liquid into the glass. "Thanks," you muttered before raising the glass to your lips to gulp down some liquid courage. 

"I saw you with Shaw earlier -"

The name on his lips drove you to a coughing fit, as you choked on your drink. "Sorry, " you mumbled in between coughs. 

"No, I'm sorry," the brown-haired guy said, as he cautiously and politely patted your back. "I didn't mean to bring that up. I was just curious."

"It's fine," you replied when you finally regained your composure. "Yes, we're just classmates in Grad school who decided to check this exhibit out for the heck of it."

"Classmates, huh?"

"Yeah, that's what we are," you said, taking a sip off your glass. "Grad school classmates."

"Are you telling me or telling yourself?"

You looked up and saw him smiling. There was something about Dreamy McHandsome who was seated beside you that felt so familiar yet different at the same time, but you couldn't point a finger at what it was exactly. 

"We're classmates, and we're working on our thesis together. But we're not friends - far from it even. We hate each other's guts."

"Can't blame you for doing so," he shrugged as he drank his beer. 

"Yeah. He dragged me here so he can get with someone he's been crushing on for so long," you rambled on, frowning. 

"Oh? And who might that be?"

"The Miracle Finder Producer. You know, the pretty girl in a blue top and white skirt. He's been going on and on about her for weeks…"

"You mean my girlfriend?" 

His girlfriend. You choked on your drink once again. "Y-y-your girlfriend? You mean to say…" You gasped. Has the beer made you stupid? You've barely drunk half of it, you thought as you fought to regain your dignity. This was Shaw's brother you were talking to - and boy, we're they blessed with good genes…

… And the same social awkwardness, you noticed, judging by how he kept his hand at your back, but not exactly touching it, as if trying to assess if he had to pat you or not. 

When you finally calmed down, he cleared his throat and gave you a small smile. "Don't worry. She talks to me about their conversations. I know what that guy is playing at, and I most definitely know he's not after my girl," he said, his voice broke no room for doubt. "My name is Gavin..."

"Yeah, I know…"

"You - what?"

"Oh," you said, tapping on your glass nervously. "Shaw kinda mentioned it in passing before."

"I see."

"So, what were you saying earlier about Shaw?"

"Oh. From what my girlfriend tells me, he's got his sights set on…"

"Ahem," you heard someone say loud enough for you and Gavin to turn your heads around. And there, standing behind you, was an angry-looking Shaw. You sat up, your gaze shifting between the two brothers as the air started to thicken with tension. "I talk to someone for a minute and the next thing I knew, my date walks out on me and right into the one person I'd hate for her to meet."

"Well, if you were just honest with her as with a lot of other things in your life, maybe she wouldn't have left your side earlier," Gavin retorted flippantly. "Is she finally done with filming?"

Shaw simply grunted in reply as he watched his older brother finish his bottle of beer and stand. "Well, Miss, there's a lot I've heard about you. Seems somebody couldn't stop talking about you, but I'll leave it at that." 

With a wink and a mischievous smile upon his face, the brown-haired guy sauntered off to look for his better half, as you and Shaw watched in awkward silence. 

He cleared his throat and glanced at you. "Hey."

"Hey," you replied, shakily. 

"So, about what that jerk said -"

"Yes?" You asked, feeling your heart hammer against your chest by the second.

"Whatever he said is not true," he said dismissively, as he took his coat off and draped it over your shoulders. "I told you before, I don't find you the least bit attractive."

You felt tears starting to sting your eyes, as he continued with his harsh commentary. "You're tough, highly opinionated, and you always want to come out on top. I don't find those attractive at all," he said. "I prefer a damsel in distress. I want someone clingy… someone, needy."

"I know that -"

"Oh do you?" He teased, his amber eyes twinkling. "You seem to know a lot about me."

"We've been working together for months now," you said. "Of course, I'd know more about you."

"I see," he said, as he took a step closer to you and touched your cheek, rubbing the stray tear that had managed to slip down the side of your face. "So, you must know I'm also a good liar. After all, I've kept all these feelings to myself for quite some time."

He snickered when he saw your frown deepen and he bent down just as he had done so earlier, to whisper. "I made you think I liked someone else when in fact," his low voice made you shiver. "I've always eyes for you."

The End.

[igotyoukth]

Instagram Post. BTS

Masterlist

Seokjin

"Anyone can tell that's me, look at the shoulders!," he pointed at his silhouette on the photo. His shoulders were kind of prominent, but all in all in was a pretty anonymous couple picture.

“You are being pretentious here, Jin,” you argued, even though he was kind of right.

“Nowadays telling the truth is often misunderstood,” he shook his head and pouted,”And what’s the point if my handsome face is not even shown.”

“The point is, that I can share our picture without people cutting my head off.”

“You are sacrificing my face for your own life? So selfish,” he responded rather amused. It didn’t matter if people knew that their favorite singers were dating, pictures still effected them. You didn’t want to make new enemies with an obvious picture.

“Either my face or shoulders, people will recognize me.”

“You are so full of yourself.”

“Thank you.”

You had no other choice then captioning the picture as “Mister Worldwide-Arrogant”

Yoongi

It was so hard to find a couple picture to post, thanks to your camera shy boyfriend. He always took his selfies like it was hard work, so pictures of you together were practically nonexistent. Except for that one picture Jimin took of you.

The picture, Yoongi liked to refer as "The Fake Couple". Yes, it was so staged. You basically had to tell him through gritted teeth to smile a little and look at you. And he had complied for two second before looking away. Of course, the seconds he looked at you didn’t make it to the picture. It was you looking at him, and he stared straight at the scenery. But the composition and colors of the picture made up for it.

"Noone has real couple pictures," he tried to explain when you pouted,"You know the story behind Taehyung's profile picture? His girl cursed at him seconds before."

"You are nothing but excuses," you were already editing your one and only, precious photo,"I'm posting this, don't sue me later."

You finally posted the picture with the caption "fake couple", like he named it. He rolled his eyes, when his notifications went off. But still, he took a screenshot and you even noticed a small smile on his face.

Hoseok

Matching. Matching. Matching. That was all that mattered here. Hoseok's new habit was buying two of anything he wanted to wear. Size didn’t matter, oversized clothes were his thing anways. You were fine with walking around like twins, the people stared at him either way. The reason wasn’t solely that he was build like a god, but also that he posed. But not like other people.

How you wished that your boyfriend would just take mirror selfies with you. But no. He didn’t shy from climbing places or dancing for pictures. And you had to join him.

“You know what’s weirder than me posing like this?,” he asked glued to the wall,”you standing so normal next to me. I look like a crazy person.”

“Maybe you are a crazy person.”

“I will pretend like I didn’t hear that, so hurry,” he pressed his face even closer to the wall.

Murmuring things about bacteria and bugs you mirrored his pose.

“There is a spider on your head,” you whispered.

“I know you are lying,” he said with a fake smile for the picture. But you saw the fear in his eyes. Once the self-timer on the camera beeped, he jumped away from the wall and shook his head.

“It’s gone,” you continued your lie. It was your little revenge.

Namjoon

Dating Namjoon included, that every one of your days were little adventures. As soon as he was notified about his free days, he started planning. His favorite spot was the beach, where he met his crab friends, but he also looked out for special things like festivals and other outdoor activities.

Like the one you recently visited. People let lampions rise, with their wishes attached to them. There was no need to discuss it, as soon as he saw posters about the event, you were already on the way.

You felt like you were in a Disney movie, the one with Rapunzel. Tangled. But it was even better. Namjoon made you feel that way quite often. Like a Disney princess.

“What did you wish for?,” you asked him, and tried to peek on the paper he attached to the lampion.

“It’s a secret,” he responded.

“You can’t wish for a better girlfriend.”

“Dang it.” This earned him a push in the shoulder, that didn’t affect him at all.

“And you can’t wish for a better boyfriend, impossible things aren’t allowed.”

Jimin

While others had very few pictures with their lover, you had way too many. Not only did Jimin love taking selfies together, but also pictures of you. “Hold on,” was the most repeated thing, when you two went on a date. That’s why the others didn’t like going out with you. Wandering around could take a while, when you stopped every few seconds to pose for a picture.

“But they are all we have later on,” Jimin argued, when the other boys rolled their eyes. You nodded and supported your boyfriend. You didn’t only take pictures and stored them digitally, Jimin and you bought an album last month. Not all of the ten thousand photos made it, but you tried printing most of them. What you didn’t print, landed on your social media. Like the one you were editing right now. The one from your aniversary.

Neither of your faces were fully shown- that was the reason, why you didn’t print it. But because of that, it was the perfect secrety couple picture to post. Another good thing about your hidden faces was, that noone would know how red you were. Jimin had prepared the perfect date by the sea. Your favorite food, candles, flowers and most importantly balloons. You had a thing for foil balloons, since they became so popular online.

“One year with my number one,” was the caption you chose and seconds later the picture landed on the internet. It sometimes scared you how much you revealed there sometimes, but it was okay to brag about your perfect boyfriend sometimes.

Taehyung

His artsy side definitely rubbed on you. You were into paintings, sculptures and mostly into photography. Art had always fascinated you, even before meeting Taehyung, but now that you both could discuss and admire those things together, your interest rose. So it was inevitable that all your social media pages turned super aesthetically pleasing. And your instagram page was no exception.

You loved sharing black and white or simply minimalistic pictures. They were mostly of everyday things, that caught your eye. But you were going through a phase, where you loved photography of body parts. No, you didn’t turn into a perverted photographer, you liked pictures that emphathized the simple beauty of hands, of the corner of a smile or a mole under the eye. You didn’t have to mention who your favorite model was, right?

“Look at this,” you zoomed into the picture you took.

“You look so tiny,” he commented, when he saw it. The difference between your hands was extreme, but still cute.

“I don’t think that I am the problem.”

“I think you are.” “Should we ask Jimin?”

“I don’t think that’s fair.”

Jungkook

“Can you stay still for one picture,” you pouted while scrolling through the pictures of last night. Jungkook was still too shy, when taking selfies with you. Or worse, when other people took pictures of you. He either made funny faces or didn’t stop moving. He was doing it because he felt shy, but you really wanted to post a picture with him. Like everyone else.

“Here,” he answered, made a peace sign and posed for you. You rolled your eyes, he was pretenting not to understand.

“You better do that next time we take pictures.” As an answer, he sticked his tongue out.

“Can I post this at least?,” you showed him a still blurry, but cute picture. He was hugging you, hiding his face in your neck. But it wasn’t his affection or sudden love for you behind the pose. His members had teased him for being so awkward, and he needed a place to hide. Thank god for Jimin always having a camera in his hands.

“Sure,” he tried to sound unaffected, he definitely blushed a little when he remembered the words of his hyungs,”and send it to me, I’ll use it as my background.”

“Yes, Mister tomato,” you teased him, when his blush became very noticable.

“Don’t call me that,” he rubbed his cheeks.

“So I can’t use it as a caption?”

“No!,” he grabbed your phone and checked if the post went up. He then typed a few things before handing it back to you.

“Hug me more,” was the caption he chose.

[destinywillowleaf]

Part 3 of 3 for @greentrickster 's Lifeswap AU doodles! Featuring approximately 13 designs an explanations for most of them! This is gonna get long, so I hope this read more works.

1) Simple suit

You gotta start somewhere simple, and where better tht just a suit? I honestly don't know that much about suit design but I still tries based on a few references and some notes from vvvvvvyeah on the suit design throughout he series. Also how does one draw an attorney's badge because I have _no_ idea.

2) Closer to home

This is much closer to one of Nahyuta's concept designs (as in, it's nearly the same to he far left one on the third page of concepts on the wiki) because hey, it's easy to pull from what already exists to make something new. The main difference is the coat being longer and a lack of earrings (which I'm keeping consistent, IDK if he should have pierced ears)

3) Vest Boy

From that one weird design whee Nahyuta had an orange vest and and suit. He reminds me of Apollo. Also, hair's down! The pic between 1 and 2 is a rough reference for the length(ending like right around his hips). Also an excuse for posing because I know I need the practice.

4) Jacket and Clasp Under

Honestly my favorite design? Like I could probably change the shirt around some more to be more in line with American/Japanifornian fashion but stilllll

Maybe this is what he wears post-SoJ or something. I don't want to completely toss this design aside.

5) Casual Clothing

This is a two for one deal and the only reference was from a piece of clothing that I own that's like a hoodie sweater but extra dramatic in the back (more material). Still messing with hair styles. Let is basically just putting him u to stuff I own, right is a simple t-shirt over turtleneck. Maybe he's gonna import Plumed Punisher shirts.

6) Peak Lapel

Hey look, something I know the name of! It's very similar to design 1, with peak lapels and more braided hair. There's a few little pieces that still get out, but there's nothing deliberately in front. Probably a case of "I'm having a lot of feelings and anything loose will reveal that".

7) Concept Again

Again taken near directly from concept art. Probably gonna be used with Apollo more than Nahyuta, but I figured I could still doodle it real quick.

8) Apollo style

NOW he really looks like Apollo. Just in a vest and the undershirt with a tie o tie it all together. Probably not gonna go with it but at least now I kinda know how he'd look i his bro's clothes.

9) Causal, mk 2

Well, and some beads too. I don't know what the name of the type of shirt he's wearing(some sort of long sleeve sweater polo) but dang it he looks good in it. And the first appearance of the beads in this sheet, too. I think they might just be wrapped around his right arm under his sleeve most of the time so they're out of sight, but also it was another "pose practice" thing.

10) 6 Again?!

Yeah yeah, it's basically 6 again, but that's cause I figured that'd make sense for him to go around wearing in court. Also I made it bigger. Might just use hem as separate color testing spots to see what looks nice. Also he's not as stressed cause his hair's down.

11) Short Edition

Shortened up the coat a bit and went shoulder braid. Nothing super ridiculous here, honestly it looks pretty casual even though it's not.

12) Dhurke's Coat

Feels time.

He's got Dhurke's jacket a it feels weird to him, wearing it after all his time, but he's got it nonetheless. It's the right size for him, too, since he's the same height as his dad. Maybe this is another post-SoJ look.

13) I don't even know

He looks ten but he's not. He's completely off model but it's like a larger custom version of Dhurke's jacket. Also beads in the neck for once because that's an important part of his design.

And then off to the left we have some quality Trucy ad Nahyuta bonding time. Since Nahyuta doesn't have the perceive powers, he and Trucy and much more of an investgative tag team. She's his assistant that states as you and will sometimes speak up out of nowhere to call you out on lying to he court. They're such a cute tram though, especially because Nahyuta is like a foot taller than her, so sometimes it's easier to just carry her around.

Oh, and the badass boast pose cause I want him to have a moment where Ga'rab wants to know who this person thinks he is so she asks and he just [insert epic reveal here] at her ya feel

Uh... Last thing for now, I feel like tht even if Nahyuta can't channel spirits, he can sort of feel when they're around or (more relevantly) when someone's being channeled. It's a back if the mind sort of thing unless he's right on top of them which makes investigations... interesting, to say the least. How long it is before he picks up on the fact that Dhurke is being channeled, I dunno.

Don't expect anything new for a bit, I have lots of Apollos to make. I have no idea how they're gonna turn out.

And thank you to Greentrickster for continuing to give me information to work with for this lovely AU!

[lusciakoushiro]

November Part 2

My drawing continued and once again I decided to go over a piece I did the previous year.

I did this originally to test out the graphite method of transferring an image to another canvas. I still haven't colored the transferred image so I figured this would be a good time to and look how cute Kosmo is!!!!

Upon doing this I also decided to just do a full shot of puppy Kosmo as well as color the PGSM Luna.

Not quite sure what I did to make Luna so purple, but I'll go over her again later. At this point though I was running out of things to go over and practice coloring and once again YouTube decided to teach me something and that's that ibis has base poses you can use. Intrigued, I loaded one of them up and made this.

It was an interesting experience to go over the base pose and fill in the blank. So naturally I did it again with my other OCs.

Now I am pleased with both of these for one reason or another, but there is something about the bases that are weird. So on the one of Luscia I had to edit the chest down as the base seemed to have quite the large booba and her booty became odd once I added her skirt. On the one of Sora and Tracey, I had to fix Tracey's jaw as it was too long. Both of those changes got made after I started to fill in the blanks as it were. Tracey's hand also looks fugly (I also forgot his wedding ring...) and this was witb going over the lines the program provided and it didn't look like that on the raw base. So werid, but overall a welcome experience for when I can't find a reference or just want quick practice.

Though I am still uncertain about what happened with my snowglobe and the resin, I still wanted to do a giveaway for the Sheith fam and I remembered seeing another way of doing charms with the shrink plastic by using printable vinyl. So what am I to do? Test out the vinyl and my printer to make stickers of course.

I am so happy with how these turned out! (Excuse the rough cuts) In all seriousness, I was not expecting these to come out to vibrant and professional looking. Knowing that my printer could handle the vinyl I tucked that knowledge away for later.

Since binging art YouTube I had become quite intrigued by the squishy makeovers, however finding any in stores near me was like a needle in a haystack. And where as I normally don't mind spending a little extra on art supplies, the fact that I don't know what I am dealing with as a canvas made me not want to drop $20 on a small lot. Luckily my Dollar Tree had a few so I only dropped $5 for this experiment (excluding the cost of my fabric paint)

Can you guess what I am making?

And to round out the month, my Facebook memories showed a drawing I did years ago (10 years to be exact). This picture is what really hooked me with the desire to draw. So when it came up I made the comment that I kind of wanted to go over it on the tablet, to which my friend was very encouraging of it. So I did.

I'm overall happy with it, the filtering to make it more shaded for night time really is a nice touch. I could have done better with the leaf brushes though lol.

With that, we are coming to the end of the year...

[negans-savior-complex]

The end result of tonight's charity drive was just shy of two million dollars. All in all, Negan was very pleased with the end result, and so was everyone else considering his promise that he would double the donated amount, whatever that may end up being.

He'd prepared a speech, told in front of the gathered crowd with practiced ease, barely needing to look down at his notes because it was largely the same as all the previous speeches he'd done at previous self-hosted charity events; it was just more of the usual, thanking everyone who had come, for their time and generosity. Humbled he was, and so would his dearest wife be were she still here among them, bless her, but she was with them all in spirit surely.

The crowd ate it up, the lounge and bar filling with applause and congratulations when he finished. He stayed for another final round of drinks, he posed for pictures and said a few words to various news reporters swarming his space. At one point, a girl walked up to him and handed him a glass, empty save for a handful of mostly melted ice cubes, which was... suspicious... and familiar. He only vaguely recognized her and he was sure she wanted something, but by this point his headache was so fierce he could barely focus his attention on her.

And besides, he already had his eyes set on a bigger price.

With the event now finally officially over Negan could take his leave, wishing everyone a pleasant night and a safe trip home before he excused himself and slipped through the patio doors back onto into the open. The cool night's breeze caressing his heated skin felt like such a soothing balm that for a few seconds he just stood there, eyes closed, enjoying the sensation. Finally he felt like he could truly fucking relax.

Taking a deep breath of fresh air he faced forward and made his way towards the bridge; there was no telling if Mr. Grimes would even be there and honestly, Negan wasn't expecting him to... but he still smiled when he caught sight of the figure up ahead, resting against the railing to watch the koi lazily swim about beneath him.

Joining the man Negan too rested his forearms on the railing to watch the water, and huffed softly. “Boring is subjective... but yes. I'm done.” The chief certainly wasn't dancing around the subject, that was for damn sure. Pushing away from the railing Negan straightened and nodded his head towards one of the hotel's entrances. “Follow me then.”

He led Rick back inside the hotel through a different doorway then the one he'd used before, to avoid the aftermath of the party inside; there were still guests milling about in the lobby, staff going about their work as Negan made his way past the main elevators to a separate one a little further away: his own private elevator. There was no button to call it down, but Negan fished out his key ring from his pocket and pressed a little key fob against a small detector pad next to the smooth steel doors, which opened a second after with a soft ding; the elevator was spacious, with a nicely padded bench on one side and a painting on the other, a potted areca palm in the corner.

He blindly pressed the button for the top floor and reached up to hook a finger behind his tie, pulling it loose enough he could pop open the first two buttons of his shirt as well, revealing a hint of tanned skin and dark hair hiding beneath the fabric.

When they reached their destination the elevator doors opened right up into his own penthouse on the top floor of the Atlanta Sanctuary, revealing a spacious apartment with an open interior, luxurious and modern, with colors of broken white and dark gray, and gleaming hard-wooden floors. Floor to ceiling windows lined two of the walls corner to corner, offering a majestic view of Atlanta at night. There was a seating area with two large opposite corner couches next to a massive flatscreen TV on the wall, a glass coffee table inbetween. There was a secondary seating area with luxurious recliners in front of a fireplace, a well stocked bar, a big kitchen with a nice dining area, and a secluded corner surrounded by well stocked bookcases and a big sturdy mahogany desk, which he used as his office area. A staircase led the way up to a closed off upper floor that was his bedroom.

“Shoes off please. I had the floor waxed last week.” He simply toed off his own, shoving them towards the wall before he padded further into his home. His jacket landed on one of the couches as he passed it on the way to the bar; normally he was quite the stickler about not leaving his belongings where they didn't belong, but tonight he couldn't make himself to actually give a fuck.

“So... chief.” Stepping up behind the bar Negan leaned down to procure two shot glasses from beneath and set them down with a soft clank before he turned to the glass cabinet behind him. Sucking his lip between his teeth he peered over the bottles on display before pulling out a clear bottle filled with a deep amber liquid and a golden cap. Popping the bottle open with practiced ease Negan poured an amount equaling to about two fingers width in each glass and pushed one towards Rick, a mischievous dark glint to his eyes. “You ever had scotch that's two-thousand pop a bottle?”

@negans-savior-complex continued from here

No one like him.- Negan was probably right in putting it in that way cause he was indeed a unique presence Rick didn’t meet before, especially considering that the officer started to like this chat with him when he expected nothing more than superficial bullshit. The taller man just forgot that Rick also was one of a kind, or did he knew any other righteous officer that was leading an underground organization at the same time? Probably not, hopefully not cause Rick couldn’t help the feeling that he wanted to be special in this mans eyes. Like an equal rival you could share your secrets and informations with.

Informations. Exactly, that’s why he came here for originally. For a second he nearly forgot about that during their silent stare and the intriguing hazel boring into his own blue sea.

At first Rick was relieved that their eye contact broke as Negan picked up the ice cube from his glass, but his brows furrowed anyways since he caught him off guard with this. This must have been the typical behavior this man was famous for, the little games he never wanted to leave without a win. And of course Rick could give a shit about it and see him as the little boy he showed off with his teasing, but somehow it was still refreshing, amusing to have a grown up man in the high society that could act so light headed when his mind was probably running as fast as the Grimes’.

To his own surprise he couldn’t take his eyes off from the ice that was brushing against Negans lips and as it disappeared in his mouth, Rick gulped to push away the awkward feeling in his guts about his chosen words.

Long and hard. It should be probably obvious what he was talking about, at least when you knew how many of these girls around them he twirled around his finger already without acting for it. He was known to be adored, to be the flirter when Rick used to be such a shy nerd as he met Lori. But still he couldn’t imagine that he was actually flirting with him now, why should he? Just because it was the only tactic he knew?

The shiver running over his back as he leaned in proved him otherwise, this was definitely an attempt to flirt or at least to manipulate him cause it most likely worked for him all the time and Rick didn’t even know if he hated this fact or was awkwardly flattered. If Negan would be a woman of his age, he would easily take it as it is and have less doubts since he learnt to handle women better over the last years, but he wasn’t and he couldn’t be sure that this wasn’t just a trick to play Ricks mind and he would lose by taking it as a compliment.

Without being able to respond, he let the other go, staring down at the glass he was holding onto with everything he had, his knuckles already turning white under the tension just to hide the fact he was shaking. Ridiculous. This was utter ridiculous and he should probably just leave in an instant instead of wasting his time with this cocky man, who obviously would just look at everyone as a prey he was about to eat alive, but somehow the will to get what he came for just didn’t leave Rick alone. Maybe the drinks Negan mentioned were a metaphor for the real deal, for the backgrounds he wanted to hear about to understand who was actually going against Black Hands. There was a slight chance and there could be worse things than teasing a man that indeed had his charm and probably could give Rick the chance to take his mind off. Or more.

No, this was stupid, he thought to himself and wanted to follow Negan inside just to tell him he would leave now, as he ran into the girl who still watched Redder through the big window. And even if he didn’t know why he had the urge to get her away from here, like she was some kind of threat he had to get rid off for the night, he still approached her in a way of... marking his territory?

“Ice?” Rick asked by offering her the empty glass with the melting cubes and made her eyes go wide.

“What?”

“Oh I just thought by the way you look at him, you better get some ice to calm your nerves. I heard he’s already busy after this funny thing going on here.” It was a risky call since she could go to him anytime and occupy the man in a way Rick was not sure he was able to, but in fact her eyes only grew wider and now looked like a puppy. “Oh don’t be sad darling. I’m sure Mr Redder will see you another time.” Hopefully not. With a pat to her shoulder he placed the glass in her hands. “Maybe you bring that back to him and ask for his number.” Now this was his way of teasing the man back to see if he would just decline the offer on the silver plate, or take it and ruin Ricks desperate act to try something unusual here.

With a last look inside to Negans intriguing figure, he turnt around and explored the garden on his own, his hands hiding in his pockets.

He couldn’t remember how long he was actually out there, since he wasn’t the best in orientation and somehow lost track in the darkness, but luckily the music and lights in the back easily led him back after he told his men on the phone that he wouldn’t come this night, otherwise they just would have waited or send a murder group to this hotel and nobody wanted that, right?

With the mobile now shut off, Rick returned to the bridge and looked down at the water again, his hands folded so his fingers could fiddle with each other. Maybe he was making a stupid decision here and should have better left to help his boys, but Rick knew that it couldn’t go always like he wanted. Sometimes a man like him had to take risks even in his position and Negan was definitely one of the most exciting risks in a while he was intrigued to take.

Footsteps approached and a pleased smirk spread on Ricks lips without him moving. Instead he closed his eyes and inhaled the common scent that appeared next to him, something he wanted to keep in mind and probably wasn’t able to forget anyways. “You done with the boring part?” he asserted and waited for Negans hands to appear on the railing next to him as he continued “I’m thirsty. So show me what you got, Mr Redder. You get my attention and now I want something back for it.”