#so for now all I can give you are these notes and a quick sketch

[thekaiserroll]

Hug

It's nearly impossible to have a quiet and peaceful day with the crew, like the strawhats. Nami is mostly used to the noise on Going Merry but one day she gets fed up with Zoro and Sanji arguing. Not only are they extremely loud, but they've also already broken way too many things during their fights.

She decides that If they want to act like brats, then she's going to treat them as such. So she makes them apologize and hug each other in silence for an hour. None of them are happy about this punishment, but Nami threatened to raise Zoro's debt, and Sanji couldn't say no to her. It could be worse.

It's awkward enough for them to not incite any fight for a long time and Nami is quite proud of herself. She knows it won't last forever but at least now she knows how to handle them. It inevitably happens again. And again. And again.

Much to her surprise, those fights became more and more frequent. And what's even weirder is that she could see the way both Zoro and Sanji occasionally glanced at her to make sure she was nearby. It's almost as if they wanted someone to make them hug each other. As if they needed an excuse.... these idiots.

Soon, they don't even need Nami's help. When they aren't busy training, cooking or fighting, they cuddle together. Sometimes Luffy or Chopper would join them, but most of the crew knew it was their time.

After two years spent separately, they became extremely clingy. It's no surprise when they start sleeping in the same bed. What is surprising is that despite them behaving like a lovey-dovey couple, those oblivious idiots are STILL unaware of each other's feelings.

[j0hnj4ej3n]

nct dream's reaction to you saying 'i feel so ugly right now'

word count: 1.9k

warnings: mentions of insecurities, period and period cramps

notes: hi loveys! here’s my first post in 2024!!! i know it’s been a long time since i uploaded something and i’m so sorry about that :( but i really hope you guys like this little something~ i’ll try to post at least once a month this year, i’m currently finishing up my last semester in uni so if time allows it, i’ll post more after i graduate! hehe, in the meantime, take care everyone! sending all my love to you <3

𔘓 Mark:

The two of you were preparing to head out for dinner but you were taking longer than usual to get ready. “Babe? Don’t mean to rush you, but we have to leave soon to make it for our reservation,” Mark tells you as he leans against the doorframe of your shared toilet. You huff out in frustration, before muttering a quick, “Just give me a minute.” Mark takes in the mess in the toilet and the deep frown on your face and cautiously asks, “Hey…everything okay?” You drop the make-up brush on the counter and let your shoulders sag in defeat. You stare at Mark through the mirror and let out a weak, “I feel so ugly.” You see Mark’s face morph into one of immediate confusion, his eyes widened slightly as he opens his mouth to protest. “What? You are not ugly… babe, come on.” Mark comes up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist. “But I feel ugly… nothing looks good on me. I just feel like I look so bad.” “Stop it. You are so beautiful, look at you!” Mark almost exclaims as he nods towards the mirror. You sigh as you lean against him, eyeing at the two of you through the mirror. “I don’t know…” you said, sighing. You feel Mark squeeze you tighter as he leans his head against yours gently. “Well, I think you’re so pretty… like all the time… but if you’re not feeling it today, we don’t have to go out, we can stay home and do whatever you want.” You shake your head, “Just give me a few minutes, I’ll be right out.” “You sure?” You gave him an assuring nod before he placed a quick kiss on the side of your head. “My pretty girl,” Mark mutters as he takes one last look at you, before he leaves to wait for you in the living room.

𔘓 Renjun:

“I feel so ugly right now,” you mumble beside Renjun on the bed. You’re lying down with your back facing your boyfriend, already sulking because of your period cramps and now the overwhelming feeling of insecurities that returns during your period has caught up to you. You made that comment more to yourself than anything but Renjun heard it anyway. “Love, you are not ugly…” “Okay, but I feel really ugly right now,” you tell him as you turn around in bed to face him. He puts down his ipad filled with sketches to brush your hair away from your face, running his fingers gently through your hair. “I’m sorry you’re feeling like that, but I can assure you that you look so beautiful right now…” Renjun tells you with sincerity in his voice, his eyes filled with adoration as he keeps running his fingers through your hair, lightly massaging your scalp. “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?” “I don’t know, but a nap sounds really good right now.” “Should we cuddle and nap together then?” Renjun asks as he begins shifting down from his sitting position so he could hold you in his arms. “Sounds perfect,” you tell him as you snuggle closer to him.

𔘓 Jeno:

It’s the first time Jeno is staying over at your place. And it’s probably the first time he’s going to see you barefaced. It’s not that you look too different without makeup, at least you don’t think so. But for some reason, after removing your makeup and changing into your pyjamas, you hesitate to leave the toilet and join Jeno, who’s in the living room waiting for you. When you finally do, you’re covering your face slightly and trying not to face him directly. Jeno eyes you as you come to sit awkwardly beside him on the sofa. “Why are you hiding your face?” Jeno says as he chuckles. “I don’t have makeup on…” “And?” Jeno says as he sits up to face you, but you turn your face away from him. “And I feel like I look ugly right now.” “You’re crazy…let me see,” Jeno mumbles as he reaches out to pull your hands gently away from your face. “Nooo…” You try to resist against Jeno but you are no match against his strength. As your hands fall from your face, you close your eyes shut and look down. Jeno uses his fingers to tilt your face up as you slowly open your eyes, only to meet his. He scans your face, like he’s trying to memorise every feature. “You’re still so pretty, though?” You break eye contact as you feel blood rushing to your face, there’s no way you’re not blushing after that. Jeno only smiles at your reaction, his eyes crinkling into his signature eye smile. “You’re just too cute,” he mutters as he leans forward to plant a kiss on your cheek.

𔘓 Haechan:

“Hello? Babe, are you there?” Haechan’s face flashes from your screen. He has his glasses on and he’s running his fingers through his hair to keep it away from his eyes. “Hi baby, yea, I’m here.” “Why isn’t your camera on?” “I don’t want to turn it on,” you tell him. A frown finds its way to his face as he blurts out a “What? Why?” “Just don’t want to…” Haechan clicks his teeth, “Come on baby, I miss you… wanna see you.” You sigh, before mumbling out, “I look ugly today…” Haechan’s eyes widen as he lets out a dramatic gasp, which causes you to frown even though he can’t see it. “No way?! Prove it, let me see!” “Tsk, shut up!” “No, seriously, I’ve never seen you ugly in my life so I have to see it at least once. Come on, show me your ugly face~” Haechan has a cheeky grin on his face as you finally turn your camera on but he doesn’t say anything. “See… I told you.” “There’s that pretty face… Sorry to burst your bubble baby, but you’re not ugly,” Haechan tells you teasingly. You can’t help but sigh, “I feel ugly though…” “Did something happen?” Haechan gets serious as he senses that you’ve probably been feeling like crap all day, plus he feels bad for not being able to be there to comfort you. You shake your head, “Just one of those days, I guess.” “I’m sorry you feel this way baby, wish I was there with you.” “Yea, me too.” You sigh as you lie down on your bed. “If it makes you feel better, I think you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on.” Haechan tells you, his voice is deeper since it's late into the night and it makes you more flustered than you can imagine. But you try to deflect that by saying, “Wow, I can’t believe you even dare to look at other girls.” “No, never. You’re the only one, that’s why you’re the most beautiful.” “Oh, shut up!”

𔘓 Jaemin:

“Look here, honey!” Jaemin tells you as he holds out his phone camera towards you. From across the table, you cover your face slightly, shaking your head to indicate you don’t want him to take a picture of you right now. “Just take pictures of the food instead for today, Jaem,” you tell him, gently pushing his phone. Jaemin whines out a quiet “why~” as a small pout forms on his lips. “I just feel kinda ugly today,” you tell him quietly, looking down at your plate as your insecurities about your appearance overwhelms you. “Why would you say that? You’re the prettiest girl here,” Jaemin tells you and he reaches over to hold your hand in his, soothing you as he rubs his thumb over your knuckles. “Of course you would say that, you’re my boyfriend…” “I’m only telling you that because it’s the truth, princess.” You look up at him and can’t help but smile, “There’s that pretty smile.” “Stop it, you’re being so corny right now,” you say as your smile only grows wider. “I know, and you love it," Jaemin tells you cheekily as he wiggles his brows at you. You can't help but laugh at his expression before two begin digging into your food.

𔘓 Chenle:

This is the fourth outfit you’re putting on and it still doesn’t look right. Your hair is flat and the top you have on just doesn’t fit you like it used to. “Chenle, how about this one?” You ask as you turn away from the full-length mirror in your shared bedroom to your boyfriend on the bed. His eyes shot up from his phone for a mere second before he blurts out a “This is nice too.” You sigh in frustration, “You’re not helping.” Chenle puts his phone down, “But I mean it? They all look nice on you. What was wrong with the previous ones anyway?” “They all looked weird.” “No they don’t?” “Yes, they do.” “Baby, you look fine… let’s just get going already.” “You don’t get it, I- Nothing fits right, and I just feel so ugly right now.” You feel so silly for acting like this. At your big age, you’re standing in front of your boyfriend with tears of frustration in your eyes because you can’t find an outfit you feel good in. Chenle immediately gets up to close the distance between you two. “Hey, hey, it’s okay,” he tells you as he notices the tears in your eyes. You let out a groan as you quickly wipe your tears away before they have a chance to escape. You really hate feeling this way. “Look, I really mean it when I said you look nice, okay? You always look beautiful to me.” “Really?” Chenle replies by nodding aggressively. “But I still don’t like this outfit,” you tell him as you stare at yourself in the mirror. “It’s okay, let’s put a new outfit together then. Here, I’ll help,” Chenle says as he gently drags you into your walk-in closet by your hand.

𔘓 Jisung:

The two of you are on a date and found a spot to take pretty pictures. After taking a couple of pictures together, Jisung offers to take some solo shots for you. You stand and pose while Jisung tries to take photos from flattering angles. “There, I think I got a few good ones. You look so pretty,” Jisung tells you as he hands you your phone to review the pictures. Unlike Jisung, you didn’t really like how you look. Your lack of reaction causes Jisung to question, “What’s wrong, baby?” “Nothing, I don’t know… I just feel like I look so ugly today.” Jisung shakes his head aggressively as a pout begins to form on his lip, “You’re not! It’s my fault, I’ll try to take them again.” “No, your angles are fine. It’s just me…” Jisung gazes at you as you continue to frown at the pictures on your phone. He grabs your phone, causing you to look at him. “You know you’re really not ugly, right? Stop looking at those pictures… just stand here and look pretty for me! I’ll just take a few more!” Jisung says as he takes several steps back, bending his knees and tilting his head to get the best angles. You can’t help but chuckle at the strange contortion Jisung is in and as you smile, Jisung hypes you up, “That’s it! That’s it, you’re looking so pretty right now!” It’s safe to say you like these new set of pictures better, Jisung does too, which is why he uploaded the one of you laughing at him on his instagram story, with the song: Can’t Take My Eyes Off You

[uva124]

INTRODUCING THE MOST MANIPULATIVE KING IN HISTORY , MAGNIFICO!!! 🎇🎇🎇🎇(I hate him but he deserves a redesign lol).

For those who see this post for the first time, I introduce myself, Hi :D! I'm Aled and this is a collaboration with @ animación , author of the rewrite of Wish that is on her profile (read it, the story it's soooo good) and I am in charge of drawing the redesigns of her story.

Now, coming back to the main thing, I will show how we got to this result :)

FACIAL FEATURES AND HAIR:

-Honestly, I never thought that getting used to drawing Magnifico would be so difficult lmao, how in most of my procedures to make the designs, I start with sketches and studying the structure of the character's face, this was a little difficult because I'm not that I'm used to drawing people over 20, but with a few practices I was able to figure out how to draw him :D

(I also did digital internships, but I didn't save most of them because I forgot lmao)

COLOR PALETTE:

-Don't think that I chose a palette of yellow and gold colors just because I thought it was pretty (well, that's also another reason), what happened is that when I was searching through conceptual arts, I found some designs by Magnifico where They used a blue and yellow color palette

I did a quick search and found this:

-Tell me this doesn't remind you of Magnifico, then yes, that's why I chose a yellow color palette, also adding a golden tone to give it a royal vibe.

-I also applied this in the design of Queen Amaya, in the publication of her design I explained why I added details of a dark blue color in her costume and Magnifico's costumes

ATTIRE:

-From the beginning I always wanted to modify Magnifico's cape by adding a rose as a brooch, and searching through the conceptual arts I found quite a few interesting models, so it can be said that I combined everything I liked and that's how I got the cape for Magnifico, Also adding other details that occurred to me.

-The author sent me several ideas for Magnifico (thank you by the way :D), one of them was associating Magnifico with the sun, I really liked the idea and that is why there are so many symbols of the sun in his suit, plus these It reminded me how in so many cultures the Sun is worshiped, just as the kingdom of roses worships Magnifico, there are also other reasons why the sun fits with Magnifico but I already mentioned that in the publication of Amaya's redesign.

-The truth is, I only drew the other details improvised, this time I just got carried away, but hey! The outfit didn't look bad at all :)

-Another important part of Magnifico's costume is the "M" on his badge, but in fact it is not an M 😅, it is the sign of Scorpio ♏, this idea was from Anny Mation

-So yeah, I had to add the Scorpio symbol yes or yes, at first I thought about adding it to the back of the cape but I wasn't convinced by the idea, but then I thought: "Wait, why don't I add the sign on the gold plate ? that would look elegant."

FINAL COMMENTS:

-I'm proud of how this turned out, I feel like it does justice to a villain that commemorates 100 years of Disney :)

-Also, I think that those who have already seen the other redesigns know which character is next, right 👀✨? For Aster, I don't know how long it will take me to draw him, since the boy is literally a walking animation studio lmao.

That would be all for now, until next time :D!

[bonefall]

Hi! How would you draw a tool-evolved cat paw?

Aeons ago I wrote some speculative biology thoughts on what a tool-focused cat would begin to look like, and mentioned the way that a caw's paw might evolve. I can try to draw it out as a sketch; but fair warning that I put my art style points into cartoony anime stuff SO you're not gonna get a realistic drawing lmao

Evolution doesn't "think." It's many changes over generations that snowball into bigger ones. So I tried to look at WHAT exactly is happening between an animal with less sophisticated tool use (chimp) and one that COMPLETELY relies on tools (human) to predict where the cat's paw would end up in a few thousand generations.

Please note! My paw would still be a "link" between the ancestor, and something even more reliant on tool use. This proposed species would still be 100% capable of doing what the cats in-canon do, like hunt alone. It's for a feline species that is tool-ADAPTED, not tool-RELIANT.

(In that way, it's more comparable to, say, a lemur and a chimp. But lemur palm refs were hard to find and I did this quick because I've already thought about it.)

This paw would exist in-tandem with a "tool tooth;" A V-shaped gap in the jawline that a single fang would nestle into. Early tool-using felines would likely use their mouth to "break" or "shear" their crafts, leading to broken teeth that would make them less successful. So there would be a lot of evolutionary pressure to have better, stronger teeth.

Evolution doesn't do "one thing at a time," so if you happened to port yourself into a group of these cats and watch them craft stuff, you'd see them using their mouths as well as their paws!

Finger Size + Tool Claw

When you see real cats batting stuff around and manipulating things, and when you look at canon where they like to "hook things on a claw," it's usually the index "finger" they favor. In fact, they do a LOT of "poking," even when a cat bats at something they seem to mostly explore with the tip of their paw.

So I figure that would actually be a big difference between this species and humans.

Unlike us, who usually have our middle finger as the longest (though there are exceptions) so we can "stabilize" the things we grab, I'd give these guys a "Tool Claw" which is not involved in grappling at all. It's longer, more deeply grooved, but also more fragile than the "hunting" claws.

When at rest, the Tool Claw would stick out from the rest of the foot, straight upwards. The fur is able to "sheathe" the other three, but the index's would be too long to be fully hidden.

Because one of those fingers is now mostly taken out of combat, the pinkie would probably thicken up to compensate. Another difference from the human hand. I can imagine that if the trend continues, they might end up supporting their full frontal weight on the pinkie pad to free up the other fingers for tool use.

(But evolution's not always predictable! They might end up becoming more "back heavy" like raccoons, or rely on the invention of shoe/gloves, or just abandon silent hunting all together to become tool-reliant.)

Paw Pad Changes

Cats use the pads on their paws to move silently. As long as the species is relying on silently stalking prey, they will need to have these pads in contact with the ground to be good hunters.

So instead of the digital pads sliding down to create the "top" of the palm, I figured the metacarpal pad would split in two. So now there's a snug, dipped "shape" with which they could nestle an object into as they work with it, but also there is ALWAYS still pad in contact with the ground.

The amount of fur in-between the bottom (metacarpal) and top (supercarpal) pads probably just depends on culture and genetics. It wouldn't really have enough of an impact on the paw to be selected for to be furry or hairless.

I can imagine some groups being weird about it and thinking it should be shaved or braided or something, lmao. Or cats who live in muddy environments clipping it for hygiene reasons.

[daizymax]

the other him | hhj (m)

summary: deep down, hyunjin would love nothing more than to show your husband to whom you really belong.

pairing: hyunjin x fem reader

genre: angst, smut

word count: 3.8k

rating: mature (18+)

warnings & features: profanity; infidelity; graphic sexual content; dirty talk; possessiveness; a little bit of manhandling; oral (m & f receiving); unprotected penetrative sex; pullout method; facial cumshot; a little bit of cumplay; basically porn with an unexplored plot

author’s note: just a quick and dirty fic that i've been meaning to finish for a while. hope you enjoy!

( click here to read on AO3 instead )

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The beautiful man glances your direction frequently, but he refuses to meet your eyes, too focused on the task of rendering you two-dimensional on the canvas before him. You figure he is working on sketching the details of your outfit right about now, which draws to mind the naughty way his fingers so deftly removed your underwear the other night. His eyes were most certainly on yours at the time; he wanted to witness the look on your face when he sunk those beautiful fingers between your legs. You remember it vividly — and fondly, in a perverse sort of way.

Presently, you readjust your grip on your husband’s stiff, clammy hand and press your lips together to keep from smiling inappropriately. You have to remember where you are: here, sitting beside the other him, having yet another lovely portrait painted to display on the walls of your shared home, as if there was not already far too many.

The portraits really are lovely, though. Beautiful artwork of a beautiful couple, there can be no doubt about that. An outsider might be fooled into thinking the two of you are happy. But you, with your insider eyes, have never seen two people more obviously out of love with each other, and you resent every painted reminder. You resent the lies in your staged smiles, the arrogance, the disgusting vanity.

Most of all, you resent the time spent posing with the man you married while the one who loves you stands across the room and immortalizes the lies and arrogance and vanity so expertly.

It’s either an accident, or Hyunjin purposely allows his professionalism to falter by finally meeting your eyes. Either way, the resentment in your chest melts into adoration, and you risk acknowledging his attention with the smallest smile. He even starts to smile back. It blooms in his eyes first, then moves southward to take root in his lips.

The tenderness on his soft, pretty face wilts to dust the moment your husband opens his mouth.

“I think that’s enough for tonight, Mr. Hwang,” he states matter-of-factly, though not exactly unkindly. He looks at you and gives your shoulder a stiff squeeze. The gesture could be considered threatening if you weren’t positive he is still totally oblivious to your affair. No, this is just how he always is. The most basic forms of affection are awkward and perfunctory; a trait you were willing to overlook in the beginning but has now sown bitterness in your stomach the longer you’ve tried to ignore it. “We’ll continue again tomorrow,” he goes on. “I still have some work I’d like to finish tonight before it gets too late.”

“You know I hate when you bring work home, darling.” The term of endearment slips from your lips easily but without warmth.

“I know, dearest,” he replies equally as easily and coolly, “but it’s my money that puts food on the table and the expensive clothes on your back, so.” He plants a tight-lipped, rather patronizing kiss on the top of your head to settle the matter, nods to Hyunjin, then whisks himself out of the room.

You slump against the plush sofa with a sigh, and even though the two of you are finally alone, you do not even look at Hyunjin as he begins to pack up his brushes and tools. You think he even leaves the room at some point, but you’re too caught up in bitter thoughts of how you let yourself get swept up in this sham of a marriage. The beautiful things you’ve surrounded yourself with… they have only served to crush your heart rather than fill it.

Eventually, Hyunjin clears his throat. “Shall I show myself out, ma'am?"

You flick your eyes up from where they had been trained blankly on the floor. Hyunjin is wiping his hands on a towel. His dark hair is a little messy from where some of it has slipped out of its ponytail, but he is no less beautiful for it — especially when he finally offers you the full warmth of the smile he started earlier.

Smiling back, you sit up and gesture for him to come closer. He obliges but still maintains a respectable distance.

“Closer,” you beckon quietly.

By the way his eyes dart to the open door, you can tell he does not mistake your tone. He swallows and says, “Your husband is still in the house, Y/N.”

Your answer to that is to reach for his hand. Despite his own warning, he gives it to you with no resistance, hand towel falling carelessly to the floor.

Gaze fixed on his, you splay his fingers apart and press slow, sensual kisses to the pads of them one by one, saving his thumb for last. You take it into your mouth at an even slower pace, sliding your lips down the knuckle with your tongue pressed firmly along the underside. Hyunjin lets you do as you please, audibly inhaling through his nose as his eyelids flutter, but his posture remains frozen in hesitation.

You’re slow to take the hint, but you do respect his sensibility, so you remove his thumb from your mouth and start to apologize for your behavior. However, he takes you by the arms and hauls you up to kiss you with a level of assertiveness he has never shown before. You hum in pleasure from the back of your throat, and when you readjust the angle of your neck to better contribute to the kiss, he sighs in response.

“You really want to fool around while your husband is home,” Hyunjin asks between rough presses of his lips and tongue against yours. At least, you think it’s supposed to be a question, but there is no inflection in his tone. “You think I won’t?” he continues, voice dropping lower in both tone and volume. “You think I don’t want to take every chance I get to show that clueless prick you’re mine and not his?”

He yanks you tight against him by your waist, and the shape of the semi-hard cock in his pants is a thrilling surprise. Your body is rapidly heating up.

“I am yours,” you whisper into his mouth. “Only yours.”

Hyunjin snorts because you’ve said the words too many times now for him to take you seriously anymore. You suppose you’ll just have to show him how much you mean it. One day, you’ll gain the strength to leave your husband, but for now, this stolen moment is the best you can do.

Hyunjin takes a step back in confusion when you squirm out of his hold to get to your knees in front of him, but the sparkle in his eyes when you reach for his belt buckle lets you know he is already in agreement with your intentions. He helps you undo his pants and push them down just enough for his cock to pop forth.

Despite your bold stunt just a moment ago with his thumb, you’ve never pleasured his cock the same way before, and thanks to your disinterested and frequently absent husband, it has been a while since you’ve pleasured a man this way in general. The moment is suddenly daunting. Surely Hyunjin will recognize your unrefined technique straight away. Should you make up for your lack of practice and experience with enthusiasm? Or would that be even more pitiful?

While your thoughts are spiraling, Hyunjin senses the shift in your head space. He covers his crotch with one hand while the other reaches beneath your chin to tip your face upward.

“Y/N, you don’t have to do this. Do you want to stand back up?”

It's the simple yet humane offer of getting you back onto your feet that strengthens your resolve to proceed — only because it’s him.

“No, I’m fine. I want to do this,” you say.

Hyunjin nods, dark eyes still sparkling. He lets go of your face and moves his hand away from his cock in the same moment you carefully grasp the base of his shaft. His semi-hard cock instantly twitches in anticipation, which gives your shaky pride more of a boost to continue.

Shuffling closer on your knees and straightening your back, you lean in and place the tip of his cock onto your outstretched tongue just before wrapping your lips around it. It is already growing heavier, thicker and longer the more you take it in. You sweep your lips back and forth over him slowly, testing your form and getting reacquainted with the action. His velvety skin is smooth, and you familiarize yourself with the vein filling out on the underside. He tastes good — clean and a little salty. Whiffs of his soap and his natural skin tickle your nostrils.

By the time you pull back again, his cock is blushing prettily, well-lubricated and fully erect.

“You’re already making me feel so good, love,” Hyunjin breathes. “See how hard I just got?” He wraps his hand over yours to help hold his cock even straighter in front of your face. He brushes his firm tip up and down over your wet lips a few times, then guides it back inside your delicious mouth. When he’s resting securely on your tongue again, he lets his hand fall away to give the reins back to you.

With a steadying breath, you angle your face slightly to the side and concentrate on working your tongue against a spot just below the head of his cock; he seems sensitive there. He proves your suspicions, breath hitching in his throat and then groaning lowly the more you lap at the spot. His responsiveness is enticing. Maybe it could grow into a full-blown addiction.

There is something else you want to try, but by the time his cock reaches the start of your throat, your jaw is already starting to stiffen from the unfamiliar act. Rather than continuing to try and deep-throat him, you drag your mouth backward, then plunge forward to stuff it full again. The sensation of his hot, swollen cock on your tastebuds is starting to work you into a frenzy. You want to do this with him all the time, and from the way he lets slip a quiet but notably high-pitched whimper, you dare to believe he might be enjoying himself, too.

You take it easy and repeat the simple motion over and over and over, losing count of how many times his tip goes from almost escaping the tight seal of your lips to poking against your throat. Hyunjin stands still and attentive as you work him over at your comfort level. You notice his hands clenched tightly at his sides, and it has been a while since he let out that sweet squeak of enjoyment, so you take a moment to release him and check in.

“I’m sorry, it’s been a while since I’ve done this,” you admit, slowly fisting his full length and blinking up at him. “Is it okay?”

His eyebrows crease in obvious endearment. “Don’t be sorry. You’re so fucking sexy, Y/N. If I seem tense, it’s only because I’m doing my best not to interrupt you and fuck you right here on the floor.”

“What about against the wall?” you suggest.

Hyunjin groans quietly and drops his head backward, overwhelmed by the tempting thought. “Fucking temptress. Ask me again and see what happens.”

You’re taking that as a promise rather than a threat, but before you do as he says, you wrap your lips around his fat cockhead for one last suck, just to see him shiver.

“Hyunjin? Will you please fuck me against the wall?”

“God fucking-”

He helps you up and steers you toward the nearest wall by the hips. It also happens to be the wall right beside the door, which he slams shut with a little too much force. Even if your husband heard the noise, it’s unlikely he’ll come investigating. Not while he’s working.

“Needy little thing,” Hyunjin growls, focusing your attention back on him by diving his hands beneath your dress to wrestle with your underwear. You hastily kick away your heels just in time to get them out of his way, too. “You make me insane, you know that?” Watching him casually pocket your favorite pair of panties makes your pussy clench around nothing.

“Hyunjin—”

“Quiet, love. Is this not what you asked for?” he says, already maneuvering your leg around his waist so he can line his erection up to your entrance without further preamble.

With a snap of his hips, he shoves half his length into your pussy; it’s as far as he can get in one go with the lack of prep. Taking the time to prepare you for his cock is a luxury neither of you can afford right now, though, and you both know it. Your pussy will be ready for him soon enough, anyway.

He retracts himself to the tip, then tries to push further than before, repeating the careful process until he’s eventually able to bottom out in one smooth push.

“There we go,” he says, grip tight on the leg you have around his hip.

“So deep,” you whisper, though he’s already well aware.

He kisses your cheek, then your lips. “You always take it so well, love. Just tell me when.”

You nod quickly, and your eagerness makes him grin.

Wordlessly, he starts a slow but firm pace, fucking you against the wall exactly as you requested. You can’t even remember the last time your husband did something you requested of him — you’re not even sure he would anymore. It doesn’t really matter to you, though. Not when you have Hyunjin, and especially not when Hyunjin’s cock is so hot and hard and heavy inside you.

While you’re losing yourself in your thoughts and feelings over Hyunjin and his wonderful cock, he begins telling you his own thoughts, voicing them aloud to work you up even more.

“I think about this all the time, you know,” he whispers. “Fucking you. Touching you. Holding you.”

“Yeah?” Your back skids a little harder into the wall from a particularly rough thrust, but the sensation in your pussy is well worth it. “Tell me, Hyunjin. T-Tell me more.”

His pace falters for a moment as he re-balances his stance and readjusts the grip he has on your thigh and hip, but he goes right back to driving hard into your ever-tightening walls.

“I think about you all the time, my love,” he rephrases, “you have no idea. I get hard just from smelling your perfume when I walk into this fucking house.”

His dirty talk is flattering and so much sweeter than you expected. He’s so fucking perfect.

“Fuck, Hyunjin, yes…”

He increases the pace a little more, staring at the way your face scrunches in pleasure the entire time. His thrusts are getting shallow, but the friction his cockhead offers against your walls is still so good.

“You think about me, too, right?” he grunts. He risks letting go of your hip to cup your chin and grip your cheeks in one hand, trying to settle your rattling head to focus on him. “You think about how good I make you feel? How much I love you?”

With great effort, you meet his eyes to better convey your sincerity. “Yes. Yes, I think about you so much. Every day, every hour. Always, my love.”

Hyunjin brings his lips to yours with a sigh. Your tongue is there to meet his, eagerly and sloppily kissing him back as he pounds away between your thighs. He may be unsatisfied with your arrangement at times, but he knows you love him.

Just as he regains depth with his thrusts, he pulls away with a tormented look, eyebrows furrowed against the extreme pleasure you’ve caused him just by taking his cock so well.

“Fuck, I can’t last today, Y/N,” he whines. He pulls out and away from you, but before you can protest too much, he drops to his knees. “Let me taste you for a bit? Please?”

He brushes his nose side-to-side against your slit, then up and down, totally undeterred by the sticky mess it smears on him. You try to close your thighs against his face, but your knees are blocked by his broad shoulders. He smirks when he feels you caging him in and takes your knees in each hand to push them back apart. “Mine,” he says, then hums in satisfaction at the sight of your legs spread, slick center on display just for him. He dives in tongue first to ravish your pussy.

“Hyunjin, fuck!” you squeal at the first lick up your entire slit, quickly covering your mouth with your hand.

Even Hyunjin has to pause after that first taste just to curse under his breath before he narrows in on your clit and licks nimble circles into it, mostly around the hood, but occasionally dipping under it just to make you insane.

You’re still reeling over his sudden desire to go down on you, but you’re not complaining. He gives fantastic head, as he is so clearly demonstrating. You miss his cock already, but the feeling of his wide tongue now wriggling into your hole is an acceptable substitute for now. It cannot reach as far as his cock does, but his licks are firm and calculated. This definitely is not a chore for him, it’s a pleasure. A privilege, he might say, and that knowledge turns you on more than words can convey.

Hyunjin pulls back and licks his lips deliciously. “This pussy only gets this wet for me, right?”

“Only for you,” you agree, nodding quickly, telling him what you desperately need him to believe, “only you. It’s all yours, all f-fucking yours…”

He hums again and resumes licking up your dripping arousal. It is already all over his nose, lips and chin, but he can’t seem to get enough. In fact, it seems more like he is simply enjoying the taste of you and the feeling of his face pressed against your center more than focusing on getting you off.

You wind your fingers in his hair and urge, “Hyunjin, please, I’m desperate to come.”

“I don’t know, love,” he teases, “you’re pretty loud when you come. Are you sure I should let you?”

You whimper pitifully because you’re too far gone to find the magic words to make him have mercy on you. Luckily, Hyunjin has never denied you a thing, and just the sight of your beautiful self, legs spread for him, cunt glistening with a messy mixture of your arousal and his spit, is enough to do the trick.

“Come here,” he says, much more tenderly. He takes your hips again and walks you over to the couch this time to bend you over it.

His cockhead finds its way back home, slamming deep inside you from behind in one smooth, wet plunge, and both of you moan over the reconnection. Hyunjin grips your shoulder and starts fucking into you hard. With the firm snapping of his hips comes the loud echoes of skin on skin bouncing off the walls, however, and neither of you can allow that.

“Fuck, too hard,” he says, mostly under his breath to himself. He slows his pace but loses none of the depth, keeping the tip of his cock pressed as deeply as possible at all times, allowing you both to feel each other as much as possible.

Your cunt is pulsing, his cock is throbbing, both of you eager for an end to the torment.

You dig your nails into the sofa and try to keep your moans to a minimum. Neither of you want to be quiet right now, you know that, but you’ve also never done this with your husband still in the house. The risk is contributing more to your dripping arousal than you care to admit right now — but later, in the afterglow, or before the next time, you’ll tell Hyunjin all about it. God, he’s still inside you, and you already cannot wait until next time.

Hyunjin leans his face closer to yours, breath warm and ragged against your cheek. “You’re coming first, love,” he promises, as if he would ever have it any other way.

Before you can even ask it of him, his fingers slip between your legs to play with your clit. He flicks the tip of his finger back and forth against the swollen bud in all the ways you’ve taught him.

“Hyunjin—fuck, yes—coming!” you whisper-shout.

He gasps then whimpers at the first tight clench of your pussy but manages to fuck and finger you through your bliss. “Oh my god, that’s it, Y/N,” he says, kissing your neck and cheek, admiring the close-up of your face while you’re orgasming. Your lips are parted, your body is shivering, your pussy is doing its best to milk the cum right out of him.

Once he is certain you’ve ridden your high, he pulls himself from your sensitive cunt. “Fuck, turn around. Hurry, please,” he says, borderline frantic because his orgasm is right there.

You quickly get back on your knees to take him back in your mouth, but he is already coming before you can even get your mouth around him. The first shot of cum lands on your dress, but the second one makes it to your chin, and you giggle quietly as you stretch your tongue out to catch the third. Hyunjin groans the entire time, not really bothering to try and aim his cum anywhere in particular, so long as it gets somewhere on you.

He wipes the last drops against your bottom lip, gently dragging his softening tip directly against it, then gets to his knees to kiss you. “My love,” he pants between kisses, “that was so good.”

You can only nod and giggle, equally breathless and in love.

Hyunjin groans as he gets to his shaky legs and helps you up as well. He is still looking at you like he could devour you, so you kiss him again. He is giggling himself by the time you pull away again.

“I’m sorry about the mess. I didn’t mean to get cum on your pretty dress,” he says, not sounding particularly apologetic, but that is fine with you. You would toss away a thousand of the outfits your husband buys you, so long as it was Hyunjin who ruined them.

You gather some of the sticky mess that transferred from your face to his, then wipe it against the bosom of your dress. “Don’t worry about it, love,” you say.

Tomorrow, Hyunjin will continue that stupid lie of a portrait. You wish you could sit beside your husband — across the room from the man you love — wearing this same cum-stained dress.

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[doppel-doodles]

Since everyone is making their own little version of the characters I thought I would join the fun for my Fallen crown Au! These were supposed to be quick little sketches just to get some ideas down but they still took me the whole day:'D will probably change as I draw them but I wanted at least something down on for the time being and I do like how most turned out!

Single versions plus some info and ramblings about each under cut for those interested:

My lamb was mainly based on both, yes the actual player character but also the vibes of my own plathrough which were very "oh god who let this child be in charge?-" while I'll still mostly just call them Lamb I figured they should still have a proper name so I went with my friends @/tamaruaart suggestion as it suits them rather nicely! And most note worthy detail is honestly just the fact that they carry something from each bishops realm on their person now, I like to think they treat those items like little trophies:>

Narinder is probably my weakest I feel like, he definitely needs something to give him some extra "ompf!". I basically made his undertaker fit a sorta reverse or at least loosely inspired by his white robes in game. I imagine he is very boney or a straight up skeleton underneath so he covers it all up beneath heavy fabrics, but because I lack subtly I still covered him in bones regardless-

And yea I kept the veil cause 1. It's a look and 2. It coviently covers up his now sewn shut third eye.

There wasn't much reason behind making him an undertaker, I simply thought it suited him, when your the former god of death you aren't exactly squeamish around corpses. Lastly the dark blues are there to contrast the other followers warm tones, as they kinda seen him as an outcast which is just fine for narinder he isnt exactly thrilled to be here.

I'll put Leshy and Heket together as they were sorta designed as a set.Since they are both youngest among the bishops I sorta latched onto the headcanon that they get along pretty well and just stick together after getting into the cult so they just share a lot of their duties. So I gave them some matching elements like the puffy shorts but also stuff that contrasts like Leshy having looser clothing and Hekets being more tight. Or Heket getting working gloves with a little belt to hold tools plus a hat for the sun, meanwhile Leshy will happily dig through the dirt bare clawed in the sun for hours-

I debated on giving Heket an apron but honestly I think she would only wear one while cooking or tending the farm plots there is no reason for her to wear it casually, the gloves though stay for I reason I utterly love because its PETTY-

Literally the only reason she keeps them on almost constantly is because when the lamb asks she can be like "ew, I'm not touching you with my bare hands." Yes, my humour is broken moving on-

I also gave Leshy a cane just so he actually has something to feel around with when he is areas he isn't too familiar with so he isn't running into crap- on that note, Heket can speak a bit but not exactly loud or for a very long time without seriously hurting her throat, once I properly learn it I definitely wanna draw her using sign language.

Lastly bodies, Leshy was based off a previous drawing I made of him in bishop form, I simply made it less monsterous but he is in charge of chaos so he had to remain a creature- Heket is more straight forward, she is a frog and she is large and in charge.

There was one reason why I made Shamura a tailor and that was the mental image of them sewing the bishops clothes when they were younger and dressing them up all cute.

I went for more pink colors mainly because I thought it better suited the purple and would make their red eyes pop! Honestly I really love their colors they remind me of a Berry! I've drawn shamura before but honestly the only things that stuck were the colors,face and then also the hand markings I did tweak their eyes a bit I wanted something more stern feeling.

For clothing I kept everything nice and loose, while they are the tailor I also love the idea that in their spare time they either teach the youths in the cult or are like the champion of the fighting pit because war is also their domain and they can be- so I wanted them dressed pretty comfy to deal with whatever may come! But still keep everything pretty mature and mildly fancy maybe in the future I'll do some fancy gold and silver embroidery to the pants because of that.

As for body type I wanted them to be pretty thin but unlike Narinder who is twink material under his cloak they have a bit more bulk on top to show that they can choose violence if they so wish-

I adore me some pathetic but still serving men, honestly except for the cross on his belt I completely ignored the fact I made him a medic- If he needs to treat something gross he can throw something over to protect his clothes but just like Heket there is no reason for him to wear that while not working.

Otherwise my main goal was simply to make Kalamar look pretty and fancy. I debated on either short or long bottoms until I realized I'd have to figure out his tentacle situation, then realized I don't hate myself THAT MUCH so bro got put into a floor length gown, work smarter not harder kids.

If I have an excuse to give a character a shawl I will take it so fast.

His body type I mainly wanted to flesh out the roster so I tried making him very squishy and huggable looking, I debated on thinner so he looked more dangly and stretchy but that made him kinda to similar to Narinders build for my liking.

[specialagentlokitty]

MHA x reader - nightmare

Hi can you do more bnha where Izuku sees the Reader (who's a hero and a teacher to UA) and ask about her quirk. Problem is, Reader hates her quirk (it can be any quirk that is considered villainous) as it had cause her parent's deaths and hates talking about it. But Izuku is the sweetest student she has (she could be an animal teacher who teaches how to rescue animals whenever there's a major disaster.) and she can't help but talk to him and he starts rambling off about how her quirk can help people not realizing that she starts to feel better about her quirk. - Anon💜

Walking through the hallways of UA you kept your eyes fixated forward as students jumped out of your way, doing anything to avoid being near you.

They were all rushing out of their classes to go to lunch, and you were heading to your own classroom to get away from the students and their prying eyes.

Pushing the door open, you made your way inside, pushing your hood down as you walked over to your desk, sitting down and kicking your feet up as you opened your lunch.

Hearing a timid knock on your door, you turned your head in that direction, watching as it was opened, timid green eyes locked with your black ones.

“Midoriya, it’s lunch you shouldn’t be here.”

“I.. I know… I had a question…” he mumbled.

You gave a nod of your head, gesturing for him to come in and you took your feet from the desk, kicking a chair over for him to sit down which he took.

He sat down, hugging his notebook to his chest.

“What do you want to ask?”

“I wanted to ask about your quirk….”

You narrowed your eyes a little bit which made him shuffle back in his chair, and you turned back to your lunch.

“Why?”

“Well, I know about Mr Aizawa’s, and everybody’s in my class, but I didn’t know much about you… I know you’ve never done any interviews about your quirk despite how many times the media has asked you.”

You held your spare hand out, waiting for him to give you the notebook.

Taking it from him you placed it on the desk, flicking through the pages, glancing over his notes and he laughed nervously.

“I know it may seem really weird but I’m eager to know everything about everybody’s quirks!”

“It’s a good thing, learning about as many quirks as you can now will help you in the future, you’ll be able to match similar quirks to ones you know.”

“Oh wow really? I never thought about that.”

You set your lunch down, taking the notebook and you turned to the student.

“I assume you spend a lot of time studying others, so the next time you’re facing another class focus on the quirks that resemble ones you’ve studied, you’ll notice a lot of them will fall into the same sub class.”

You carried flicking through the pages until you finally reached the page about you.

Just like the others there was a quick sketch of your hero costume, and the page title was your hero name, but that was it, there wasn’t anything else on the page.

There was just a bunch of question marks and you set the notebook next to you out of his way.

“I haven’t really figured anything out about your quirk, I tried. There’s speculation about what it’s actually called, as it was never confirmed there’s load of theories going around.” He explained.

You hummed a little bit.

“They also say that you chose your hero name based on what people would call you.”

“What do you think?”

“Well I do think Nightmare is a usual hero name, but I think it’s really cool!” He grinned.

You let out a small laugh.

“It’s true that my hero name is what people used to call me when I was growing up, my whole life that’s all I’ve been referred as. A nightmare.”

You pushed yourself up, pulling your hood back up, gesturing for him to follow you and he did, letting you lead him down the schools halls.

Some students watched in curiosity as the student followed you.

“My quirk is called Nightmare as well, so I suppose it’s fitting that I used that as my hero name given how everybody called me that anyways, it wouldn’t make much of a difference.”

Leading him to the cafeteria, you made him pick up his lunch, and you made your way back to your classroom.

He sat at one of the desks so he could eat while writing down in his notebook, and you went back to eating your own lunch.

“How does your quirk work?”

You sighed.

“I don’t like talking about it.”

“Oh I’m really sorry Miss Nightmare! I didn’t mean to push!” He panicked.

You gazed at him with black eyes.

He’d heard people couldn’t meet your gaze, because when they did it was like looking into an abyss, you get lost in them and that’s how your quirk works.

You have never activated it on them though, and he wasn’t so sure how true that was.

“What I’m about to tell you an never leave this room, do you understand? There’s a select few who know about my quirk and how it works. All Might seems to trust you, and I trust him.”

“Of course! You have my word!”

He grinned from ear to ear and you sighed.

“Let me start by saying that all those rumours you’ve heard about my quirk aren’t real. It doesn’t work the way people think it does. My quirk is called Nightmare, but I don’t cause nightmares.”

“You don’t?”

You shook your head.

“My quirk lets me see what people’s biggest fear is, it’s like a label above your head, I can’t help this, I just see it. Now, don’t get me wrong, your biggest fear isn’t what you think it is, it’s a subconscious fear, something you don’t even think about.”

“What’s mine?”

“I can’t tell you, if I tell you that means my quirk is in effect. Generally if I tell somebody their fear they’ll become hyper focused on it, and it’ll drive them insane.”

He nodded his head.

“My quirk allows me to take other fears however, and bring them into reality, no matter what it is, I can shape all your fears, your nightmares into physical forms, only you can see them, nobody else, and for the most part it’ll leave you unable to move, you’ll be to scared to try and fight.”

“That’s why no villains have ever attacked you, right?”

“Correct.”

Walking over to your chalkboard, you grabbed the chalk and began to explain everything to him, drawing a few diagrams.

You turned to look at Midoriya.

“I turn my victims world into a living nightmare in which they’rere trapped until I release them from my quirk. However I can’t keep them under the affect for more than five minutes.”

“What happens after that?”

“Do you know how fear works? What it does to your body?”

He shook his head, and you began to explain how fear affects the body, and what it does to the body.

“Eventually your heart will give out, you’ll die.”

His eyes shot open.

“This is why I’m the last to the scene, so I can subdue the villains without harming them.”

You erased all the writing off the board, setting the chalk back down.

Taking your chair you walked over to him, setting in down in front of his desk, and you took his notebook to see if he was writing anything down.

Much to your surprise he hadn’t been writing a single thing down.

“This is why I’m regarded as a villain, even though I help people. Because of how dangerous my quirk is, I need to remain in full control otherwise the consequences could be disastrous.”

You sighed a little bit.

“I can also take your fears and nightmares, but like all quirks there’s a drawback.”

“Oh?”

You pushed your hood down, and the boy could see how tired you look, as if you hadn’t slept for years.

“In studying peoples fear, taking them and manipulating them, they also become part of me, meaning I’m stuck with all the fears I have ever seen. Which means I can’t sleep. I sleep a few hours week at most.”

“Oh, that doesn’t sound healthy.”

You let out a small laugh, leaning back in your chair.

“Each quirk has a downfall Midoriya, you should know this as well.”

He frowned a little bit.

“A lot of people say you hate your quirk…” he said quietly.

You nodded your head.

“They’re correct, I don’t. I hate my quirk, it’s monstrous, which is why I wanted to use it to be a hero. That doesn’t mean I like it though.”

“Your quirk is amazing! You can do so much with it to help people though! You can take peoples fears away! And you can stop villains before they hurt anybody!”

He carried on rambling about how amazing your quirk was, and how you could help people giving you a list longer then you ever thought.

You never realised there was so many uses for your quirk, and after being called a villain and a monster for so long you had began to believe it.

But listening to your student rambling in amazement about your quirk all you could do was smile as you listened.

While he was pacing back and forth listening everything you were writing his notebook, closing it just before the bell went.

“Oh! I’m going to be late!”

“Notebook.”

You held it out to him, and he beamed brightly as he ran out of the classroom.

With a little smile you went back to your desk to finish eating your lunch, a newfound sense of wonder for your quirk installed in you.

He was going to make a great hero and that you were sure of, you just wondered if you’d be able to see your students grow.

Your door was opened again, and Hizashi walked in with a grin, holding up a cup and a bottle, Aizawa walking with him.

“You two have class.”

“You need sleep.”

Hizashi walked over, setting them both in front of you, and he grinned a little.

“Aizawa is gonna make sure your quirk stays dormant!”

You smiled at them both, taking your medication and downing the cup of coffee.

Tossing your jacket in the ground you laid your head on it, resting your arms over your eyes.

“What’s the medication for anyways man? You’ve never said.” The loud hero huffed.

“Fatal insomnia, a genetic byproduct of my quirk.”

[herzgeist-writes]

Draw Me Like One Of Your Grand Line Boys

A/N: My face is AGLOW - should I ramble on the part where he shows . . anatomy? I am . . tempted . . eep - Emi over and out

Art by me @lunar-3scap3 :3

„Darling, could you hold still for a moment?“

„Mhm? Wha- What are you- are you drawing me (Y/n)-ya?“

Sitting by side your Captain on a wooden bench, you partake in the joys of art - sketching everything you see and deem worthy to capture for practice.

Hence, seeing your doctor you love oh so dearly practically striking a pose, which screams for you to be kept in your notebook, your eyes quickly switch between Law and the paper in your hands.

The pencil dances over the white, leaving long strokes and lines of black and dark greyish shades behind. Nervous, the Surgeon utters:

„Did I give you the permission to do just that? I have enough wanted posters hanging around!“

„Oh hush, who said I‘ll be showing this to anyone?“

A mild blush spreads over your cheeks as you smile in fluster to yourself, drawing the good-looking man seated next to you.

Law groans in protest, jaw tensing up to your audacious yet adorable statement. As if contagious, red tint crawls over him as well, awfully irritating the white hatted one. The contrast between him and his accessory becoming much more evident to Trafalgar's mishap, assuming the heat on his face is more than noticable.

„Sweetheart, could you-“

With a hint of sarcasm lingering in his tone, he rolls your pet name off his tongue, teasingly yet lovingly. However, you interrupt him instantaneously, for his unwanted movements displease you without question.

„No! Don‘t move, I‘m almost finished!“

Soft sounds of led fluttering over paper has a somewhat calming effect on Law, given the fact he himself does it for hours on end, working through nights, taking notes to still his hunger for knowledge.

Through the corner of his eye, he watches how concentration marks your expression, tongue slightly sticking out and brows furrowed in complete fixation.

Law can't help but give off a small huff to that display, amused by the desirable woman sketching him with sheer determination.

A gentle touch to his cheek takes him aback, ripping him out of trance, as you trace your digits along his austere jaw line.

„You . . stop that! Are you done?“

„Oh yes.“

„Then why are you fondling me? It's unheard of!“

With your palm resting on his side, you lean in and gift him a small peck onto his now agape in surprise lips.

„Just wanted to check if I drew your handsome features correctly.“

Frozen, Law only musters to grunt at you in annoyance, though you can detect a tinge of mellow in his storm grey eyes. It tickles you everytime how stoic and profound he holds his demeanor, attempting to keep himself together, even before you.

Not dwelling on it too long, you proudly present your sketch:

„What do you think?“

His eyes widen, out of speechlessness he only manages to shake his head.

„Did you have to give my face a blush? I clearly wasn't!“

„Sure, whatever my flustered supernova says.“

You purr at Law sheepishly, opting him to debate about taking an unannounced leave or face you with an ever spreading glow in his try hard serious expression. He goes for the latter with an exasperated sigh:

„I'm not very apt in art, but I think it looks alright . . at least I can recognise that shady figure.“

Enhancing 'shady' with a dash of jest in his voice, a subtle smile enframes his mouth and a cozy feeling overcomes you by that sight. You backtalk with sass in your tone:

„Oi, be nice! It's just a quick sketch.“

Getting off from his seat, he towers before you and lets adoration guide his hand towards your chin, lifting it to meet your gaze:

„Just keep on practising and you'll be a wonderful artist in no time, (Y/n). Come on, lets get going.“

And now it's you who has to fight with the inner coil of heat, abashment written all over you, as you lean into his touch. What a needy woman you are, Law thinks to himself, enjoying how easily he can turn the tables on you. To top it all off, he adds:

„Oh and if you need a refrence for anatomy studies, feel free to ask me, I'll gladly show you how male bodies function.“

That dirty little-

[starsillys]

MASSIVE YAP WARNING!!!

getting this out here so I don’t for get later because the tamagotchi au is fresh on my mind and I forgot to elaborate further (I can yap for hours on end)

Kinito was the first created out of the three and was admired by a certain somebody quite a lot,,, he was a beloved character, so much in fact a silly secret guy basically decided to make his oc real and put a lot of efforts and time and lots of passion into creating this tamagotchi by scratch,, like doing the programming and assimilation and stuff,, so you can imagine the massive disappointment when his friend suddenly started bugging out quite frequently and eventually had just. Stopped working for a long while afterwards! Heart broken and stupid, unable to find the cause for this (something silly like. He like. Slightly dislocated a wire after dropping it or something causing it to constantly just have a blank screen by accident and he was unaware of this.. idk I never had a tamagotchi bfore guys I don’t know how they wor’k) he sold the gotchi as it over time became just. A sad memory for him yknow. Anyway Kinito was still very much on. He was awake and aware during this time of accidental abandonment. He just didn’t know the SILLY reasoning behind why his creator and supposed best friend had just left him aside to collect dust,, all alone,,, with no interaction for years,,, and he couldn’t really come out just as yet because after all that time he still had faith. He believed his friend would come back to him. That he wasn’t forgotten and just needed to wait! No need to come out. What if he was busy? What if he just didn’t had time right now? no need to come out, friend will come back so just stay inside. [spoiled once he was being sold like years later is when he actually finally came to the terms that he had indeed been given up on, and had purposely became inactive everytime you (y/n) after purchase tried to interact by feeding or playing with him via the tamagotchi mini games because he was still like. Horribly devastated. Still going through grief but overtime became more grown to his new friend, you!! Because despite how many times he’s refused to go along with any of the activities you tried to do with him, you never really stopped and gave him hope of some sorts that you won’t really be too quick to give up on him as easily! So he kind of took it as a new opportunity to start new,, and now being a bit more expressive of his needs for attention and care, rather than just waiting for you to do it for him whenever it is convenient for you, he will let you know when he needs something one way or another; being more confident with this new friendship to even going so far as to literally come out of the screen! Wowaz!

also side note. Ummmrrr,, kinito was always a very self aware/conscious entity. Like even during development, while he wasn’t rlly all there to process things and what they meant,, he was always conscious and listening. He’s basically one of those guys who had literally remembered everything since like the day of birth. You know those guys with crazy memory. Never forgets anything. so,, m mmm playing into a personal headcanon his creator who shall go unnamed wink wink nudge nudge is kind of a silly goofy guy,, a lil silly,, who likes to talk a lot even when alone,, ummm,,, Kinito picked up on everything dude. Like he was yess yess mhm I agree and listening silent and supportively. Listening to everything his friend was saying. Admiring his creativity and knowledge with what ideas he’d blurt out or how he’d talk to himself when he’d work. He especially loved the idea his creator would constantly talk about regarding the creation other digital entities(fish oc) Kinito loved this idea because it would mean he’d have friends of his own to interact with, since he figured he couldn’t directly so much with his creator, unfortunately. He would listen and observe the sketches or hear about the ideas and early concepts of jade and sam. He absolutely adored his friends, despite not ever meeting them before.

[adelphenium]

you've drawn a nico hischier before? gonna need that. for Science. or something like that. (if you're okay with sharing of course please don't feel pressured especially if it means more work for you 😅😅😅)

but on a real note, maaan do I love your art! the use of color especially is amazing and gives it an almost comic-book-type feeling - and the COMICS are amazing! the captaincy kiss one had me laughing for a solid minute and the mcmattdrai angel/demon one was just. absolutely perfect no notes. so please keep posting what you've got! pretty sure all of hockeyblr appreciates it - and you :D

oh man you're way too kind!! i've always been super into making comics as a kid, and being able to share my silly ideas now and make ppl laugh is so special to me 🥹💘

of course i can share my lil nico! i'm still in the process of drawing a couple of jacknico pieces in full, but i made this quick sketch back when i was still learning about players/their teams/numbers etc.,,,

he's just a lil guy !!

[creative-crybaby]

Cross-Hatching

PAIRING: timeskip!Akaashi Keiji x fem!reader

GENRE: fluff

TAGS + WARNINGS: none, as far as I'm aware

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

SUMMARY: An eye-catching stranger on the train soon becomes your muse when you take out your sketchbook and pencil.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: omg no smut???? Who is she 😩😩😩

© creative-crybaby, do not repost or modify

Train rides to work would be more tolerable if you weren’t shrinking your entire body to make room for the dozens of people crowding in. 

You’re usually lucky when entering; the transit only carries a few passengers when you first enter, and you find yourself a seat. It isn’t until a few stops in do the train doors open to anyone who needs it, and your eyes glance at the map as if it’ll pass any time. 

You’re ten stops from your destination when he enters your train car. 

A tall figure with a briefcase and a cream coat makes his way through person after person, lucky enough to catch a newly vacant seat near you. Three seats across from yours, to be more precise. After making himself comfortable, he takes a deep breath, running a hand through tufts of onyx hair, trying to clean it up. In a rush, you assume. His attempts do little to fix the mess, but you think the slight wildness suits him—juxtaposing how he carries himself.

You have to draw him.

Practicing anatomy is something you try to do whenever you can, and while drawing strangers isn’t unheard of, you can’t help but feel like you’re intruding. When they’re letting their guard down, someone they don’t know turns that fleeting moment into a memory.

But what they don’t understand is that an artist doesn’t view it like that. And with the stranger sitting only a few seats away, why not take that opportunity?

You’re quick to take out your pencil and mini sketchbook, flipping to a blank page to scratch shapes upon shapes for a human base. You occasionally glance at the map to calculate your remaining time, not wasting a second as every scratch of graphite on paper becomes more and more life-like. 

Seven more stops. Your rough sketch is complete, and you erase excess lines and circles of a skeleton. 

Five more stops. You fill in the darker spots with cross hatches, creating definition to his cream coat while adding to the mesmerizing mess that is his hair.

Three more stops. Barely done with the shading, and now you move on to all the little details, from the light hitting his glasses to the almost unnoticeable downward curl of his lips. Not upset; just pondering. 

One more stop. You rise from your seat, forcing all hesitation out of your system with every step forward.

“Excuse me,” you push the volume into your voice. Blueberry eyes shielded by thick-rimmed glasses peer up at you. 

“Yes?” He hums. You almost forget your reason for approaching him, his gaze and soothing voice tempting you to carve every detail into your memory.

Not knowing how long time has passed since anything has been said, you hastily hold the drawing out before him. “I just wanted to give you this.”

You could have said more; you probably should have. Easier said than done when your words jumble around in your head, away from your planned sentences that never got to leave your brain. 

The organ then shortcircuits when you catch the corners of the stranger’s lips tilt upwards, his sharp eyes softening as he takes your creation. 

“You drew this?” As gentle as his voice may be, you could hear it over the bustling of the crowded train car, your surroundings almost tuned out to give him your devoted attention. You don’t trust yourself to speak properly, so you nod meekly. The ravenette hums again, his focus returning to your portrait of him.

“I’d do a better job if I had more time,” you stammer, suddenly talkative. “I hope I didn’t weird you out or anything—sometimes I like to draw people when I have the chance.”

“No, no,” he insists, peering back at you. “I’m just flattered, is all.” The stranger adjusts his glasses before adding, “Had I known I would be a model, I would have cleaned myself up a bit more.”

You giggle airily: a joke, it must be. “You’re still plenty pretty to draw.”

Your words register with a slap as soon as they leave your lips, and your eyes widen. The man’s expression copies yours, with a soft pink tint caressing his cheeks.

A woman’s voice announces your stop, and you think the gods finally decided to show you some mercy. You barely stutter a goodbye when the train comes to a halt before pushing past whoever stands in your way. 

The exhale that leaves your lungs comes out like a squeak when you find your way out of the metro. The opportunity to breathe presents itself as the crowd disperses, heading to the exit or their next train. You join the former group, your interaction with the stranger playing on a loop as you climb the stairs. 

“Excuse me.” 

A hand lands on your shoulder when you make it to the top. You squeak, whipping your head around to confront the culprit.  

Your muse stands before you, his eyes widening ever so slightly in concern. 

“Oh,” you relax. “It’s just you.”

“I’m sorry for startling you,” he retracts before holding out his other hand. You turn around to face him; in his hold is your sketchbook. You subconsciously clutch your bag, feeling the emptiness those one-hundred-sixty pages filled. “You left this behind.”

You take a moment to process his words before hastily taking your book back, a string of apologies leaving your lips. “Missed your stop to give this back to me, too.”

The man shakes his head reassuringly. “This was also my stop, actually.”

You two are still at the top of the stairs, hoards of people passing by during your pause in time. You don’t hear whatever they’re saying to each other or on the phone, nor do you notice the impatient ones who emphasize their movements when they walk around you.

“That’s good.” You don’t know what else to say. 

“I also thought I should introduce myself,” he continues, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “I’m Akaashi Keiji.” You nod, noticing his fingers fidgeting in their intertwined hold. You almost wonder what they’d feel laced with your own before responding with your name. “I figured I should tell you after you took the time to draw me.”

The man–Akaashi–offers a light smile. Even as stoic as he appeared in the short amount of time you’ve interacted, there’s a soothingness to his voice that has you relaxing your shoulders. 

“Right,” you chuckle in embarrassment. “I meant to just give you the drawing, not the whole sketchbook. My bad.”

The stranger shakes his head reassuringly before taking his first step forward. You subconsciously follow him toward the exit, eyes remaining on his portrait. 

“I figured as much,” he says, stepping away from the door to let the others pass, and you follow him. He looks down at the sketchbook. "I didn't want to take out the drawing, just in case."

A light breeze fans your face as the sun’s glow kisses your skin. If it weren’t for your new acquaintance standing in the way, you’d have to squint just to see ahead. It’s also here that you realize this is most likely where you part ways, and you refrain from frowning. You selfishly wonder if not bringing it up will make him forget and keep him around. Unfortunately for you, your boss won’t care for your pretty-boy-meet-cute excuse. You mask your sigh of disappointment as any other deep exhale.

“Well, I wouldn’t want to take any more of your time,” you tell him, clutching the strap of your bag. “Thanks again for returning my sketchbook to me.”

“It was no problem, really,” Akaashi insists. “If I could bother you a little more, could you hand me your book and pencil, please? I promise I won’t take long.”

You wouldn’t mind even if he did, but you don’t voice that. Instead, you do as he asked, waiting as he flips through the pages until he stops at one and lightly scribbles something down. Your new acquaintance returns the sketchbook to you with that same page open: it’s the one of him you drew not even ten minutes ago, and next to his head is a series of numbers in between dashes. Your head snaps to look at him once more, eyes wide and face warm.

Akaashi smiles gently. “You’re not obligated to agree to anything, but I’d love it if we could meet up for coffee sometime.” When you continue to stare in bewilderment, he quickly glances at his watch. “I’ll have to leave now, but your portrait of me was a nice start to my morning.” His body slowly turns the other way. “Have a good rest of your day.”

“Wait!” you exclaim before you can stop yourself. Akaashi halts his movements. “I usually give my art to the person I drew. I won’t be able to call you if your number’s on your portrait.”

The ravenette turns his head to face you again, a soft smile gracing his lips and a sharp glimmer in his eyes. “If you want, you can give it to me on our next encounter.”

He leaves you standing there with another goodbye, your feet planted on the concrete, face blooming with heat and sketchbook in hand. 

© creative-crybaby, do not repost or modify

[intotheelliwoods]

Besties you all got me visualizing my thought process behind the port now!!! and mutant turtle biology!!!! Because as simple as the port looks from the outside design I actually put a good bit of thought into how it works even before I made the comic!!! More info under the cut

Donnies ramble was not pointless, a heavy rod will definitely go about like, 5 inches deep into Leo's side as means to balance out the weight of the arm if he were to outstretch it fully for example. Its like a little seesaw you got to balance out the sides besties. Its cylindrical so the arm can rotate inside of it while still maintaining its strength.

The wider cylindrical bit depicted with lines etched on the side, is to help give the visual aid of depth for one, but two its to show a bit of a ratchet mechanism in the area, which gives the arm grip to stay in place after rotating to its desired area.

The two little dots I drew? They connect to the spine through a bunch of little cords that mimic the nervous system. The circle bits themselves convert the signals it receives through the little cords on into something the arm itself can read and take action on. The reason there is two is so they can cover more areas of the spine more efficiently, and balance eachothers reads out to prevent jittery movement. Along with that last note, two readers overall just helps with more precise/delicate actions. Anyways after the signals are read by the cords, and translated by the dots, the dots then shoot electrical waves into the arm itself when the arm is in the port, through the metal to metal contact. This way no matter which way the arm is rotated, it would still touch the little circles.

The arm then takes the electric signals to turn into actual codes for movement.

I would love to do more art that makes more sense but oops I have so many other ideas I want to get out of my head first (cough cough part 2 of the aftermath, and some comic plans I have after that)

So uh, enjoy the quick messy sketches and mini essay!!

[something-in-your-walls]

ALL THE MELVINS HAVE A GROUP CHAT HERE ARE WHAT SK MELVIN HAS EACH OF THEM SAVED AS + SOME OF HIS SMALL THOUGHTS ON THEM!

“megamind” AKA Villainborg (created by @drc00l4tt4) NOTES- refuses to let me put him as a witty nickname, but i did it in secret anyway, and apparently, he’s a supervillain too

“opposite me” AKA SK PPV (created by me!) NOTES- takes after blunder sometimes, even though he’s really nice

“guilt issues” AKA Guilt Ridden Melvin (created by @airim2023) NOTES- i don't like to bother him, he sure seems to be going through it, man

“original? I think?” AKA Book Melvin NOTES- actually he’s specifically known as the ‘book version’, whatever that means

“show?” AKA Show Melvin NOTES- no witty nickname, idk what else to call him

“original borg” AKA Melvinborg NOTES- cocky bastard and I kinda admire him for that ngl “my borg” AKA Borg (created by me!) NOTES- my future self, call only if there’s an emergency

“anti-humor boy” AKA Movie Melvin NOTES- apparently he’s the ‘movie version’??? again, I still have no clue what that means

“sneedly” AKA GP Melvin (created by @n4talia-chaparro) NOTES- very very sweet, i just have to be careful abt messaging him because his krupp can and will kill me if he finds out about our chats “sneedborg” AKA GP Melvinborg (created by @n4talia-chaparro) NOTES- barely ever online and has notifications off at all times, just in case

“opposite original” AKA PPV Melvin NOTES- he’s nice enough, even if there’s barely any braincells in that empty head of his

“alien barista” AKA Livmen NOTES- he acts like he's been conditioned to follow orders, which tracks, bc according to villainborg he was enslaved a while???

“egyptian original?” AKA Melvinites NOTES- can’t be bothered to spell his dumbass name right now, i'll figure it out later

“eat the rich” AKA Melvinport Sneedlyfeller III NOTES- his name is so fucking long, plus he gets annoying QUICK when you ACTUALLY have to deal with him

“snelvin” AKA Bizarro Melvin NOTES- try to dumb stuff down for him, he is NOT good at deducing things, and honestly, I really should know this by now

“professor s” AKA Professor Sneedly (created by @warrior-of-waistbands) NOTES- very clearly does NOT like kids and also refuses to let me give him a witty nickname

“hypno” AKA Hypnostuck Melvin (created by @somepancakeonline5377) NOTES- i think he's magical or something??? and apparently he’s from a game called homestuck????

“hypnoborg” AKA Hypnostuck Melvinborg (created by @somepancakeonline5377) NOTES- im not allowed to block him for his insane ass plans for some reason??? i dunno why though, his plans are probably the most flawed out of everyone's, ngl

“nuclear nerd” AKA Chemical Overdose Melvin (created by @dib-thing-wannabe) NOTES- this kid has fucking superpowers from nuclear waste??? and I thought MY universe was weird

“90’s ‘cool dude’ stereotype” AKA Broski Melvin NOTES- pretty cool I guess, but some of his lingo makes me physically cringe at times.

“she-devil” AKA Merlin Sneedly (created by @bluartist) NOTES- acts like show, but is a girl, and i'm pretty sure that’s basically the only real difference not much to say here about her

“hellraiser” AKA Merlinborg (created by @bluartist) NOTES- merlin’s version of borg, so just borg, but a girl, basically not much to say here about her, either

“rebel roboticist” AKA Redux Robotix Melvin (created by @sketch-twentytwo) NOTES- follows the rules but doesn’t seem to find the adults all that trustworthy???

“mythbusters wannabe” AKA Lab Comix Inc Melvin (created by @infinitree) NOTES- into pranking and tends to see impossible things as a challenge, when they really REALLY aren’t

[thesherrinfordfacility]

Crowley refusing to build meaningful bonds with humans in the show while Aziraphale seems to have a lot of them just reminds me of how there's only one human I can remember Crowley explicitly having been close to? In both the book and the show he owns the original sketch of the Mona Lisa and it's signed with a handwritten note from Leonardo da Vinci referring to Crowley as his "dear friend Antonio". And Crowley helped with his design for the flying machine and told him about helicopters. Meanwhile fandom jokingly has a list going around of all the historical figures Aziraphale has been "close" with. Makes me think that S3 might explore Crowley's connection to humans in more depth, since we haven't really seen it like we have with Aziraphale, and he now insists on NOT getting to know them.

hi anon, sorry im only getting your ask now!!!✨ this has definitely made me ponder this element of crowley a little bit closer, because yeah - to my mind, you're absolutely right.

aziraphale is shown as having issues with sudden, unplanned, out-of-field change that throws him for a loop. crowley is more fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants, able to deal with making quick decisions and makes even quicker actions. and this is largely true, if you go by certain events given to us in the narrative (eg. aziraphale's reaction to the kiss, vs crowley coming up with the plan to go up to heaven).

however, i think it goes a little deeper, and is actually sometimes the other way around when it comes to things ending. aziraphale understands that some things are finite, that they have their time, and has made his peace with it. crowley however needs stability and consistency because seismic shift is scary, and disruption to the status quo means that what he has might be taken from him.

crowley didn't appear to give any thought what happened to dalrymple, but makes the offhand comment he does about not getting close to humans, when learning that dalrymple committed suicide. crowley reacted arguably way more emotionally to armageddon than aziraphale did, and was visibly panicking when confessing his feelings to aziraphale. the angel-who-crowley-was similarly was dismayed at - what felt to him ("that's nothing!") - the brief time in which his creations would be destroyed. and we can surmise pretty reliably his initial reaction to his sentence, and the immediate emotional aftermath, of when he fell. crowley cannot handle change, because each time a fundamental change has been threatened, he has lost something he holds close to his heart.

the double-edged sword in that is that crowley is - as you remarked - drawn to a handful (if even that many) of people that provide that stability and consistency. but he is lonely. going by the da vinci example, he forms relationships with humans because it feeds what i imagine is the hole left in him from the fall. da vinci was alive a fair while before - as i perceive it - he formed any truly deep connection with aziraphale (for me, 1601). is da vinci therefore an instance where crowley, in his loneliness, sought out a friendship (?) with someone who pondered the universe, who was fascinated and captivated by the stars, as much as crowley did and was?

but everything has its end; da vinci certainly did. so is it around this time that crowley realises that whilst he keeps going, is condemned to eternity, everything else withers and dies, and leaves him as lonely as he was before? is this when he looks to the only being that he knows also has that longevity, a being he has history with and actually may provide true constancy? a being that, for all intents and purposes, never seems to change?

that may well be the case, and to give his reach to aziraphale legitimacy, he comes up with the arrangement. continues through the next few centuries, but didn't bargain for actually falling in a completely different way? and all of it to be swept away as soon as he tries to reach out for the true consistency, an equilibrium, that would possibly allow him to heal that ache in his chest, the loneliness that he's jealously guarded because there was never anything or anyone else who could ever fill it? all swept away with a comment that meant something completely different, but to crowley only put him back exactly where he started?

"nothing lasts forever."

thank you for the unexpected meta prompt, anon!!!✨💕

[certified-ni-ki-lover]

“Aren’t you the model from my figure drawing class?”

SEVENTEEN The8 Oneshot

You finally got hands-on tickets to one of the most famous art museums. Not only were you able to finally see all the spectacular paintings & sculptures but you also saw an unexpected piece, which was undoubtedly the most gorgeous artwork in theworld.

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You loved art. You loved how there were so many forms of art you could express yourself with. Sculptures. Paintings. Sketches. Photography. You loved them all. You could express yourself in different kinds of art. You loved how some artworks could have such deep & beautiful meanings behind them & how some were just simple &aesthetically pleasing.

You loved sketching & painting. You were in a painting club & sketching class. You enjoyed seeing how different everyone around would paint. Some would paint sadness, some happiness some anger, others just did it for fun & to please their minds.

Your sketch class was rather interesting. You signed up so you could develop your skills more. They brought in models for everyone to sketch. Each time the same model came in you would barely recognize them. Their outfits & hairstyles would get more complicated & detailed. But you liked that.

Today you were so excited. Your aunt surprised you last minute by giving you tickets to one of the most popular art museums. You’ve been trying for months trying to get your hands on these tickets. Now you finally had them. You couldn’t wait to see all the beautiful artwork & get inspired by all the amazing artists. You hurriedly got dressed, grabbed a quick bite to eat & then headed to the museum.

When you got in you were special at how elegant & unreal everything looked. Not only was the artwork in there beautiful, but the building itself was also gorgeous. The architecture was spectacular, from the floor tiles, pillars everything.

You roamed around observing all the artwork, taking pictures & writing down notes. That when you saw him. Staring at a painting was a model that came frequently to your class. Every Tuesday, Wednesday & Friday. All your sketches of him were stunning. You paid very close attention to him & to every little detail. You sort of developed a crush on him. It was hard not to. The way he talked about art was like music to your ears. You could hear him talk about his favorite paintings, why they were his favorite & the meanings behind every one of them 24/7. His eyes sparkled whenever he talked about them, which made him look even more breathtaking.

You decided today was the day you were going to ask him out. You took a deep breath & walked towards him. “Aren’t you the model from my figure drawing class?” he jumped at the sudden voice. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you” you said embarrassed. “It’s ok,” he said laughing a little “& yea I’ve seen you around there. Your sketches always turn out amazing” he said smiling. You could feel you cheeks heat up at the compliment “Thank you,” you replied shyly. “So, which is your favorite piece here so far” you asked trying to start a conversation with him. You could see his eyes light up & he began explaining his favorite pieces here & their meanings behind them. “Woah you know a lot about this museum” you said. “Yea, my parents own it so I’m here often” he replied. Your eyes grew wide “Your parents OWN this museum??!” you asked shocked “woah that’s so cool & lucky” you said, he just chuckled. “By the way, I never got your name,” he said smiling down at you. “It’s Y/N,” you replied smiling, “what about yours?” you asked back. “Xu Minghao” “but you can just call me hao” he said smiling.

“Well Y/N since it’s your first time here why don’t I give you a private tour of everything?” he asked “I would love that” you replied. Both of you walked around the museum & he showed you everything. Both of you talked about what you think each painting represents & what the artists was thinking while he made them. He even introduced you to his parents. They were super nice & were impressed by your art skills.

Around closing time you both went out, “um Y/N, I was wondering if you could give me your number?” he asked shyly. “It could be cool to hangout sometime. I know the perfect place we could go to paint the sunset” he said. “Sure, I would love that” you replied smiling, he smiled back. You gave him phone & he put in his number. That night both you texted each other till 1 AM making plans for your date the next day.

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Let me know if anyone wants a part 2 to this!!💚💚

[sauriansolutions]

Here's a little snippet thing to get myself started at having a blog with, like, content.

I was inspired by the absolute silliness that is the class of TWST item called "Secret Snacks." I just adore the concept that you can boost your friendship with game characters by, apparently, stealthily feeding them illegal snacks during class?

All my (excessive number of) Jade cards have full vignettes *cries* but I just want to keep feeding him forever... help...

"Secret Snacks"

You are sitting next to J.ade in class before lunch. You can hear his stomach growling and whining every few minutes. 

You occasionally catch him frowning down at himself after a particularly egregious rumble, like he's trying to scold his belly into silence. You can't help but let out a quiet giggle at his stern expression, and Jade, realizing he's been perceived, shoots you a sheepish grin.

"So sorry," he mouths, sotto voce.

You reassure him that it's alright. 

Towards the end of class, you notice Jade reaching down to fold one arm around his middle. His stomach's complaints have gotten quieter, but they've also become more frequent, to the point that the gurgles have become a near-constant background noise. 

As you watch, Jade looks up to check the clock for the umpteenth time, then sighs quietly and slumps forward a bit in his chair, lips pressed tightly together in a disappointed pout. You look up, too, and note that here's still about fifteen minutes before lunchtime.

Poor Jade. Since agreeing to switch seats with Leona (who wanted a spot behind the tall student so the professor couldn't see him as well), you've noticed that Jade gets distractingly hungry like this every day, around the same time. 

Jade is usually perfectly attentive and studious during class. But you've heard he also has, what he terms, "poor fuel efficiency. So, you guess that this is around the time his energy reserves from breakfast are nearly depleted. 

His empty, grumbling stomach clearly makes the mer student unhappy and fidgety, shifting in his seat, shuffling papers aimlessly, or doodling in the margins of his notebook. 

You've seen Jade's actual sketchbook, so you know the eel is quite artistically talented. But, humorously enough, as lunchtime draws near, Jade's sketches seem to inevitably devolve from nearly-photorealistic drawings of mushrooms, trees, and plants, to simplistic and almost cartoony renderings of his favorite foods. 

Octopus dishes, you couldn't help but notice, feature prominently. 

You've even caught Jade gnawing on the decorative filigree around the edges of his magestone pen, once or twice. Thankfully, the pens are apparently spelled to be highly durable and shatter-proof. Still, the grinding sound of Jade's razorblade teeth on stone or metal makes you wince every time you hear it. 

Jade, now nearly drooling, is putting the finishing touches on a drawing of what appears to be a steaming plate of grilled octopus. 

... Not for the first time, you find yourself wishing you had something to feed Jade. 

Students technically aren't allowed to bring food into the classroom, but you've seen your fellow classmates covertly munching on candies, meal bars, and the like enough times during class, that you feel like sneaking in a snack or two couldn't be *that* big of a deal. 

Maybe tomorrow, you think, you'll slip Jade one of those packets of barbecue-flavored dried squid that are on sale right now at the Mystery Shop. 

Smiling, you jot down a quick reminder to yourself in your planner. Next to it, you draw a little cartoon eel. You give it a big, toothy smile, and add lots of cute little sparkles in its eyes. 

Satisfied with your work, you close your planner and wait for the bell to ring. 

Classes have been getting increasingly more difficult, as midterms are approaching. 

But now, you think, you have at least one reason to look forward to tomorrow's lesson.