#they were all so drawable

[lynxgriffin]

Can we see any more Spiritfarer doodles?

I know I finished the game awhile ago, but here's just a couple small doodles of some of the spirits I liked!

[ozcarr]

Sometimes I wonder if I’m alienating my followers with the semi-frequent robot drawing (or thread where I liveblog Real Steel 2011). And then I look at who’s actually following me and it’s 75% blogs that look like this in some capacity

(you’re all really funny and ily)

[mewtwoandme]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMBER!!!!

A lot of y'all sent her so much cookies and cookie related gifts that I simply couldn't put them all in, so I had to choose a few. And of course, more plushies because duh XD

For those who sent a gift and it wasn't featured, don't worry, she still got them ;) (some of them weren't drawable or were too difficult to draw)

She loves them all! X3

[seaoflove07]

Love Planted a Rose 🌹

~ Cover Reveal ~

• Artwork by The Drawables • Oc •

🔪 Azusa & Rose 🌹

Before they met,

He was the young man from her nightmares

She was a Princess in his dreams…

~ Dark ~

Story Description:

The year was 2022 when Karlheinz discovered a special young woman named Christine living in the United States. He formed a new plan. The Adam and Eve project is still not completed but it was going his way. Yui Komori made her choice and chose Ayato as her Adam. Both of them are madly in love.

When a new situation came to Karlheinz's attention, he saw Christine could be the key to solving what was about to come to the Demon World.

That summer he offers her a good salary pay to work as a housekeeper at the Mukami’s Mansion in Japan. The payment was too good to pass on. She accepts the job not knowing that they are vampires. She will find out and he made sure that escaping will cost the lives of her loved ones back home. Before he can go through this new plan, Christine needs to interact with the Mukami brothers, Yui, and his sons first.

Until then, He will let them all have their little fun. Till the time comes for his plan to be ready.

Blood from a special rose will be needed. 🩸

“I want you… near me… even if you end up… hating me… I will still want you… by my side…”

- Azusa. Quote from Chapter 3.

Art Cover Inspiration:

~ Hans Zatzka ~

I've been a fan of Hans Zatzka’s fantasy paintings since I was a little girl. I love the entire aesthetic of Nature, Fairies, Angels, Rivers, Flowers, Dresses, and Romance. He includes all these in his paintings.

Even though Azusa and Christine’s story is not a fantasy fairytale. I still wanted this inspiration for the cover because three weeks before Azusa met Christine. His dreams were in a world that looked like Hans Zatzka's Paintings. The dress that Christine is wearing on the art cover is the dress that she was always wearing when she appeared in Azusa’s dreams. It's also a dress that I chose from Zatzka's Paintings.

I chose this one because of the blue waist ribbon. This same exact shade of blue is Azusa’s color representation from Rejet.

So I used this as a hidden symbol that she is his. 🔪🌹

For him, I choose an official art by Rejet. I wanted an outfit to represent that he is a vampire.

These are the rest of Hans Zatzka's paintings' inspiration for the artwork cover. 🎨

A little Information:

Dark Novel setting will be in the Summer Season.

During the School Year setting, I will add that in the second and third novels. (Maniac and Esctasy)

Why the year 2022?

That year I was in a Dark place mentally and was very depressed. Some of my dark issues, I wrote it through Christine. They say writing is a good way to heal. So part of this Fan Fiction story has been my healing process.

That's why I am so passionate about this ship. Christine and Azusa are my comfort characters. Both of them make me happy.

Writing Style:

Will be like the game routes.

Script Style.

Arts:

I will include artworks in some chapters of the story.

I decided to add the artworks in Black and White to give it a little novel style. Once I complete publishing the full story, I will do a post with all the arts I used for the story in color.

Where will it be published?

Tumblr and A03.

Story:

Masterpost. 🔪🌹

Note:

I am not a professional writer. Writing is new to me. This is my first time ever writing a story. I have written small fan fiction of Azusa and Rose before but that's basically it. I started writing last year, and I am still learning.

[hanasnx]

okay okay here is some more ani+ hands content as promised

so i can't get the idea of anakin being smug about it out of my head. bc like, it’s such a fucking ego boost for this man that you’re falling apart for his literal hands 

_____

like it starts off all innocent, with you having little doodles of anakin and some of your other friends in your little sketchbook that you never let go of

until you eventually start drawing anakin more and more… bc he’s just so pretty and drawable yk. like he’s got the curls and the scar and just how intense his eyes can be so you can’t help but draw him. until one day you watch him going on about the different parts of his lightsaber and how he’s planning to tweak it and yada yada but you’re just watching his hands bc lord almighty

you tell yourself it's an innocent, purely artistic fascination but that is NOT the case when you’re touching yourself at night thinking about ‘em so later on as you get closer (as friends or as enemies, you decide), he finds your notebook one day bc it fell out of your stuff or something and there are just these beautiful sketches of… his hands?

and at first, he’s confused? bc that couldn’t possibly be the case but his curiosity takes over, he leafs through to see different images of himself - his eyes, his side profile, him that one time he showed up with a bedhead - but most importantly his hands. He recognizes them as his own because of the level of detail and the thin rope bracelet on his left. so he becomes a man on a mission to test this theory ofc. handing you your things, letting the sleeves of his robes slide back more than necessary. taking every opportunity to put his arm around the small of your back as he needs to move past. working on his lightsaber or R2 whenever you’re around, noticing how one of the most intelligent, witty people he knows becomes simply mesmerized just watching him tinker with stuff

and now that he’s confirmed his theory? you bet your ass he is gonna use it night and day. i’m thinking of him goofing around with some of the men from his troops until he’s shoving one of them up against the wall with something like “is that how you’re gonna talk to a general?” and then he lets him go and they’re all laughing about it as they go their separate ways but when he walks past you, you hear him whisper like “you wished that was you, don’t you?” and your brain fucking short circuits. him when one day he’s trying to focus on something and all you can hear is you rambling about something or the other under he gets up puts his hand over your mouth and he feels you go pliant under him just looking at him with these bedroom eyes bc omfg you can feel how the pads of his fingers are roughly pressing into the flesh of your cheek “Just let me finish this thing without talkin’ my ear off, and maybe i’ll fuck you stupid properly, hm?” he says casually, as if he isn’t wearing the world’s smuggest look on his face. and you bet your ass this man will deliver “wanted my hands on you, is that it?” “look at you, drooling over my hands like some cheap lower-level slut” “Want my fingers in your mouth? Or around your throat until they leave pretty little bruises, hm? bcs I can make that happen” “gonna make you hump my fuckin arm until you make a fuckin mess like i know you will”

“greedy little pussy is taking my fingers like you were made for it, goddamn”

him making you watch while licks his fingers off after having his fingers in your pussy

okay i'm done for now

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☥ “it’s such a fucking ego boost for this man that you’re falling apart for his literal hands”

100%

☥ “just how intense his eyes can be so you can’t help but draw him”

i love describing anakin’s eyes as intense. they’re just so present, so demanding, his gaze so severe and unforgiving. yes. intense. i love it.

☥ “he recognizes them as his own because of the level of detail and the thin rope bracelet on his left.”

the fucking rope bracelet detail. omfg. it’s so simple, so him

☥ “taking every opportunity to put his arm around the small of your back as he needs to move past.”

as i said in my last post,.,.,,.,, yes. hand at the small of your back supremacy

☥ “him when one day he’s trying to focus on something and all you can hear is you rambling about something or the other under he gets up puts his hand over your mouth and he feels you go pliant under him just looking at him with these bedroom eyes bc omfg you can feel how the pads of his fingers are roughly pressing into the flesh of your cheek”

stoppppp stop stop. shutting you up manually with just a big hand over your mouth im fucking drooooling. i’d be lookin up at him with crazy fuck me eyes fr you’re so real for saying this suffu

☥ “‘look at you, drooling over my hands like some cheap lower-level slut’; ‘want my fingers in your mouth? or around your throat until they leave pretty little bruises, hm?’; & ‘gonna make you hump my fuckin arm until you make a fuckin mess like i know you will’”

cheap lower-level slut😳💕🥴🫦😵‍💫 i think about this a lot. just,,,,, the coruscant detail, adding “cheap” makes me go so crazy. omfg. i love degradation; imagine those finger pad shaped bruises littering your neck im feral; & arm kink🚨arm kink🚨 im freeaaakaksigjngng i wanna fuck his arm so fucking bad this made me soooo 😵‍💫😵‍💫 insane. using the word “hump” god. chefs kiss.

☥ “‘greedy little pussy is taking my fingers like you were made for it,’”

this. this. this. this. insinuating you were created for the sole purpose of sex, for being obedient, for being his hole. oh god yes. i cant even fucking breathe i gotta sit down im so dizzy imagining his thick fingers stuffed inside a drippy pussy i’m sooooo😭😭

☥ “him making you watch while licks his fingers off after having his fingers in your pussy”

STOPPPPP STOP FUCKING STOPP i cant take it anymore i feel like i gotta break shit rn

the big show he’d make of it,.,.,. side eyeing you while he fucking licks his fingers clean. until his eyes are full on boring into yours as he’s sucking the remnants of your finish off his skin and you’re wishing you were the one to do it.

licking your cum/squirt off his fingers together, making out with his digits and melding your tongues through and around them… like the disgusting, impatient, greedy perverts you are.

[lexi0widow]

Oooh, I saw your requests were open! And and I’ll be honest, that one request-or was right, there definitely not enough Stu content!

so, could I get Stu HC’S with a FEM!s/o who just loves to draw him :3 just. Him

he could just be standing, sitting, covered in blood, and they want to draw him, because they love him sm?

bonus points if they aren’t together yet and S/O does it because of the huge crush they have on him-

🍋-

YALL ARE EATING THESE REQUESTS UP I LOVE HOW CREATIVE YOU ALL ARE!!!!

STU MACHER x READER WHO LIKES TO DRAW HIM

Lets be honest Stu is a very drawable person

So lets say you two are best friends

But you have a MAJOR crush on him

Therefore your sketchbook is littered of little drawings of him

Either full blown sketches or little doodles in the corner of a page

OMG imagine you two are sat in your bedroom studying for a test and you just can’t concentrate and end up drawing him ok your notes

Stu is a nosey person in the best way

Hes just curious to what you’re drawing

So when you suddenly stopped showing him he was confused at the least

He has a crush on you too so he doesn’t want you to pull away from him!!

So with all the ghostface killings happening what better way to celebrate curfew than drawing a sketch of ghostface Stu

Standing there is his murderous glory holding a knife and covered in blood

Now Stu wants to confess to you on the same night

So he creeps into your house being as quite as possible to try and scare you

But he walks in on you drawing him all bloody

He fangirls for a good fuve minutes before saying anything

‘You should draw me more often because you’re bloody good at art

Instert Stu laughing

And you’re just sat there paralysed

‘So is this why you won’t show me what you’ve been doodling?’

Hes your biggest fan and lowkey flattered

He just goes for it and gives you a big ol’ smooch

You two become official after that making it a lot easier for you to sketch him

You two could just be hanging out and out of nowhere he starts posing

‘Draw me like one of your french girls’

You’re so done with him

But you love him

<33

I hope you enjoyed that honey!! Thank you so much for he request <3

[t0ast-ghost]

S2 Episode 17 (A Piece Of The Action) haven’t we had enough action? The last episode was so much. I’m tired let me rest.

I’m watching it anyway:

- What the actual fuck is happening? An intersection?

-

“Let’s not argue about it, let’s go study it.” Yeah Kirk knows they’d be on each other in a second (edit: not like that)

- Spock pushing McCoy and Kirk out of the way of a car. I can and will watch this clip all day

- “You trying to make trouble?” “Who, me?” “Don’t give me those baby blue eyes.” “What?” Hehe

- “Which one are you guys the captain?” “Depends.” Depends on what Kirk???

- He grabs Kirk and both McCoy and Spock look so protective

- Kirk just wanting to go on a fun planet study with his boyfriends and now they’ve ended up in a life or death situation

- They’re sitting on the boxes in such drawable ways. I lobe them

- Spock mumbles his objections because he thinks Kirk is just inaccurate when he’s really just bullshitting

- Kirk’s bullshitting and Spock listening so intently to the random rules he’s making the fuck up

- “Spock what’re the odds of getting a royal fizzbin?” “I’ve never computed them, captain.” “Well they’re astronomical, believe me.” Spock then just mouths ‘well okay’ while looking so defeated

- They were so ready to beat the shit out of the mobsters

- McCoy complimenting Spock

- McCoy and Spock arguing about how to save Kirk, they will go off about anything holy crap

- Kirk is more resourceful than they think, though one of these days I think Spock would like to actually rescue him

- “Incredible as it seems, Dr. McCoy and I are once again prisoners of the chief criminal boss of a society patterned after old earth gangsters.” As incredible as it seems?!? McCoy warned you about this shit, but you insisted on going in headfirst to save your boyfriend

- “Logic and practical information do not seem to apply here.” “You admit that?” “To deny the facts would be illogical, doctor.” McCoy is somehow softer in this episode? Like more soft spoken

- *Kirk leaning into the bullshit* *Spock and McCoy sharing a side eye* they’re so done with his shenanigans

- They’re so confused by cars, it’s adorable :))

- “Captain, you are an excellent starship commander, but as a taxi driver, you leave much to be desired.” “It was that bad.” I love them I love them so much

- I would not trust Kirk to be a babysitter

- For a split second, a very split second, I could imagine an au where Kirk and Spock adopt a kid and are running to find their child or smt and it made my heart melt goddamnit

- “That’s peanuts to someone like the federation. Right?” “Unquestionably.” “Riiighht?” “Right.”

- I love Kirk’s mumbled normal voice “Kirk to enterprise.”

- “Right?” “Check.” They’re adorable

- How is Bones doing?

- “Must we?” “It’s faster than walking.” “But not as safe.” “Are you afraid of cars?” “Not at all, it’s your driving that alarms me.”

- Oh there’s Bones “Knock it off, sawbones.” Sawbones and Spocko, this man is a menace

- How would you feel if Kirk called you baby then sweetheart? Poor Scotty, gotta put up with this bullshit, he’s an engineer for crying out loud

-They gave Bones a gun. Holy crap.

- Kirk is just standing on a table cause he wants to. We were also ROBBED of McCoy in a mobster suit

- Kirk looks so tired, like me when I’m in my binder all day (edit: I think I was tired from being in my binder all day when I wrote this)

- McCoy looks so pleased. He wants to go home.

- Kirk: *bullshitting again* Isn’t that logical?

- That was such a silly ending I can’t even begin to describe

What is happening. My brain is melting at this point. The sillies are getting out.

Masterpost

Episode story by David P. Harmon

Teleplay by David P. Harmon and Gene L. Coon

[ijuststareatstuffhereok89]

A Taste of the Bubbly- A Winter One Shot

For @lokisgoodgirl 's Winter Warmers collection! Hope it's a worthy addition!

Pairing: Loki x Reader Word Count: 1.8k Summary: You entice Loki onto the roof on Christmas Eve with something special in mind... Content Warning: smut in a hot tub

You wore a fluffy terry cloth robe in a shade of dense, emerald green (and nothing else underneath) when you stepped onto the roof of the Tower, exposing your bare legs and face to the nippy winter breeze that swept around the roof like a night watch making his rounds.

The chill only took a few minutes for you to adjust to, but you quickly sought out the hot tub that Stark had built into a corner of the roof, under a gazebo with drawable gossamer curtains (to keep prying eyes away from anyone partaking in the new luxury). 

You didn’t think when you invited Loki to join you for a midnight hot tub session in the dark December evening, he would accept. At first, he seemed confused by the idea. 

“Outside? It’s December 21st, and it’s frightfully chilly,” he’d began to reason, before you stopped him and explained. Once you told him that, ideally, you wanted to go in naked, he was instantly sold, which gave you a warm sense of power over him. 

Unfortunately, you’d had to schedule your time wisely, as you were far from the only one who wanted to christen the hot tub (Scott Lang had even been the first to suggest a naked party, which no one aside from Thor agreed to). You had to wait several days for the small pool to be available for a private session for two. Finally, on Christmas Eve, most of the others had either gone off to visit family, or were drinking eggnog downstairs at the office party. You’d sent word for Loki to meet you on the roof at 10:30pm. 

There was a very light snow flurry falling over the city tonight, and it somehow made the buzzing, vibrating city sounds below to seem muffled. The air was as crisp, cold, and clear as the thick, smoggy air of New York could get. 

You’d hoped to be there first, so you could disrobe and figure out the most seductive pose you could bring out for your paramour. You had a small bottle of bubbles ready and waiting (rose-scented) and you were going to add just enough to cover the naughtiest parts of your body. You wanted to make Loki work for his view. 

Naturally, your way was never Loki’s way, and he beat you to the punch, which was evident as soon as you drew the curtains to the gazebo. 

Among the bubbles and misty steam flying off into the wind, Loki was already sitting in the working tub, water jetting and squirting around his chiseled torso, which you could only see about half of above the water line. He had soap dripping all over his body, which shone in the glow of the several large sets of candles he’d lit to set a mood. In his hand was a champagne flute, and another was waiting on a small table by the tub. 

He smiled as you arrived. “You’ve kept me waiting.”

You shook your head. “I said 10:30. It’s 10:29.” 

“Forgive me, pet, I wanted to be on time to see you take that robe off. I wanted to see your delicate breasts shiver under the candlelight, and watch your nipples perk in the frosty air before you submerged yourself.” 

You felt your cheeks go as hot as the water. 

“Must you always out-do me, Laufeyson?” you said with a smirk. “Here I am, planning a holiday surprise for us, and you go and make it your own!” 

Loki chuckled. “Well, are you going to unwrap my gift for me, or will you make me get out and do it myself?”

Almost immediately, an amazing vision came to your mind of a wet, slippery Loki approaching you with a trembling, extended hand, inching to expose you. You thought a moment before deciding against it. As much as you wanted to see him stand up, all of that hot, sudsy water dripping off of him and making his skin shine in the dim, flickering light, you figured the price for the single moment would be shrinkage, and you CERTAINLY didn’t want that. 

You shook your head with a seductive smile and untied your robe, slowly letting it fall to your feet as Loki sat back and observed you with lust. 

“My Snow Queen, you are radiant, your skin glows like the full moon on a winter’s night,” Loki whispered, taking in your fleshy curves as they immediately began shaking in the cold. “Just…just stay there a moment. I want to drink in this image, for it’s already more intoxicating than the champagne.” 

You stood nude before him, fully displaying yourself, and even having the nerve to run your fingers along your profile, emphasizing every part of you that drove Loki wild with need. It was when you brought two tantalizing fingers up to your hardening nipples that Loki had enough. 

“Join me for a drink?” he proposed, raising up his champagne flute and beckoning you. “I can’t properly warm you when you’re standing out there.”

Obeying with your coy smile still painted on your lips, you stepped down into the hot tub, taking your time to allow your skin to adjust to the sharp, bubbling water. You reached for your glass, still waiting beside you as you waded toward Loki, but he shook his head. 

“Mine is all we need,” he said, confusing you for a moment. 

“Oh, what are you planning, Laufeyson?” you asked, ease in your voice. 

Loki shrugged playfully. “Come, sit on me.”

You loved those words coming from Loki so much you wished you could make a song out of them. Wading over, you sank into the water as your body acclimated to the temperature, and you straddled Loki’s thigh, sitting squarely on the solid quadricep. You couldn’t tell if you were already slick from being close to the intense, seductive God of Chaos, or if it was just the soap in the tub reaching into unexpected places.  

Loki purred, his head leaning back in delight. Sweat was beginning to bead on his black brow. “That’s it, my girl. Go ahead and pleasure yourself a little.”

You leaned back, letting your fingers find your clit as you began grinding slowly but heavily on his thigh. Toying with yourself, you switched between leaning back as you found your pleasure spots, and leaning forward, demanding eye contact from your love, which he gladly gave, as your thrusting picked up tempo. 

As you leaned back again, you felt your climax beginning to pulse at the base of your hips, Loki took his champagne glass, and, taking his other hand and scooping it around your back so he was holding you close, took the glass and began slowly dripping the elixir onto your collarbone. It was ice-cold, especially now that your body was growing used to the hot water, and it made you tremble. 

As soon as he let enough champagne drip onto your neck and chest, he leaned forward and began lapping it up like an animal, his masterful, nimble tongue drawing circles, figure-eights, and other sigils against your skin, occasionally using his lips and teeth to suck on your collarbone. He repeated the action, spilling a little more alcohol on the few dry spots of your body that you had yet to submerge, and then drinking it with his lips and tongue off of your skin, until the flute was empty, which he didn’t even bother to replace, dropping it into the water and letting it float off instead. 

You went in for a heavy, deep kiss, and you could still taste the Korbel on his lips, sweet and crisp, and you couldn’t help but thrust your tongue into his mouth, searching every corner for any of that delicious flavor that remained. 

“So eager...so desperate for me…” Loki murmured. 

“I want your cock inside me,” you answered, feeling around under the water for it, and gripping it as soon as you found it. You firmly held it to the outside of your thigh that sat against his crotch. Loki groaned, loud and low, and you moved your palm up and down the shaft, slowly but with a tight, perfect grip. Fingering his tip playfully, you took a moment to watch his face as it twisted and fell apart with pleasure as he got lost in your touch. 

His dick was slippery with the oils in the tub, and it took you a few special maneuvers to bring your slit over the erection, letting the tip peek inside you and slip around for a moment, just to see how wild it would drive the god. 

Loki moaned. “Norns, girl! You play me like a violin!” 

“Which is why I’m going to make you sing for me,” you answered, getting your bearings and slowly, tantalizingly impaling yourself, letting your walls stretch slowly to accommodate the god’s member inch by inch, drawing out each moment. 

He looked at you with absolute hunger and began bucking his pelvis against you, feeling his cock slip up and down your passage, flooded and aching for him. You pounded against his thrusts, and the water began spilling over the sides of the tub as you made choppy, churning waves with your partner, fucking him with all of your strength as your core felt the mounting pressure building like steam in a kettle.

You couldn’t tell if Loki was getting bigger still inside you, but it sure felt like you were close to your fall. Loki took the other glass of champagne from beside him, stopping his rhythm just long enough to command you to lean back again silently, placing a firm hand on your shoulder and pushing you back into position. 

Pouring the champagne over your breasts, Loki greedily bit at one of your nipples, using his tongue to press down on it like a button, bringing all of your senses into a singular place between your legs, where you felt your orgasm explode inside you. 

Hearing your echoing vibrato filling the night with your cries of pleasure was enough to send Loki shuddering from his neck down to his cock as he came, painting your walls with his seed. Two more hard, pounding thrusts, and he fell back against the side of the hot tub to catch his breath. Keeping his cock inside you, all you did was lean over and place your chest on top of his, using a free finger to push back the curly black hair plastered to your lover’s face before nuzzling the space behind his ear with your nose. 

“I’m quite warmed up now,” Loki said quietly, kissing your beaded brow. 

“I am too,” you added. “The water’s very hot tonight.”

“That wasn’t what I meant, pet,” replied Loki. “I meant that I’m quite warmed up now for the long hours of fucking you raw that I have planned for us for the remainder of the holiday.”

[nhasablogg]

Mixing all the colors like we're making a Monet

Fandom: Stranger Things

Characters: Steve/Eddie

Anonymous said: Maybe Steve painting on Eddie?

Words: 1.7k

(Read it on AO3)

Steve claimed he did it because Robin had told him to. “She says I’m stressed and restless?” He’d said it with such a casual air, scoffing as if the very thought of him being anything but okay was ridiculous despite everything. “Figured I would humor her.”

“It’s been scientifically proven that people who work on art or any type of craft have an easier way of dealing with their emotions,” Robin had told him when Steve was out of earshot. “You have your music,” she added. “And DnD, as do the kids. Nancy always keeps her mind intellectually busy. At the very least it can keep him distracted.”

What about you, Eddie wanted to ask but didn’t, watching Steve return to them with a plastic bag filled with art supplies. He made a great show of looking annoyed about it, but Eddie caught him smiling as he showed them his purchase, all the colors and different brushes which all did different things, the idea evidently appealing to him even though he for some reason tried to act as if it was the opposite.

Eddie left him alone at first, not wanting him to feel crowded, but as days turned into weeks and Steve was still painting nearly every damn day, Eddie found himself sitting next to him, fiddling with his guitar or simply watching. It was calming, watching him figure everything out. Steve wasn’t necessarily a natural born talent, but not many were. He’d gone from simple drawings of houses and trees and had started trying to draw people, using a pen to sketch somewhat recognizable interpretations of Dustin, Max, Robin, sometimes even Wayne. He never asked people to pose until he asked Eddie.

“I did notice you haven’t drawn me yet,” Eddie had replied and Steve had rolled his eyes. “Figured you’d get offended that I can’t capture your oh so glorious beauty.” Both of them knew Steve wasn’t joking, but they let his words hang in the air, unchallenged.

Eddie had sat on the porch, head slightly turned to the right since Steve claimed he could never get a whole face right. He was holding his guitar, lightly strumming the strings just to keep himself from squirming too much. In the end, Steve wouldn’t let him see the finished product and Eddie didn’t push, although he suspected he probably was drawing him more often now since he’d stopped showing him his pieces. Eddie blushed each time he thought of it, which was ridiculous in itself, but nothing about him and Steve was rational anyway.

“Have you moved on to pencil full time?” he asked him one day as the sun was setting, turning the sky pink and drawable.

Steve looked up from his sketchbook. “I guess? Not on purpose though. It’s just easier when I’m not sure what I’m doing.”

“Mm, I miss finding specks of paint on you though,” Eddie replied with a grin. He’d once found a streak of green on the side of Steve’s neck and had gotten the privilege of hearing Steve giggle his head off as he’d tried to rub it off for him.

“That’s exactly it. It’s so messy.”

“I think you’re turning it into too much of a task the longer you avoid it.”

“I’m not avoiding it.”

“Uh huh.”

“I’m not! I can paint for you right now.”

“Okay.” Eddie leaned back where he was perched on the stairs. “Paint me.”

“That’s very narcissistic of you.”

“No, no. I mean-” Eddie smirked at him, not realizing he was plotting his own demise. “Paint on me.”

Steve flushed, but he did a good job of keeping his voice steady when he said, “You want to be my canvas?”

“Precisely.”

“It’ll get messy.”

“Oh, I’m counting on it.”

When the idea had briefly crossed his mind Eddie imagined Steve blushing, avoiding his eyes as Eddie stripped to give him access to bare skin, all the power in his possession, all the delicious nervous energy bouncing around them.

But he’d forgotten that brushes were soft and paint was cold and Steve was gentle and his skin too sensitive, and when Steve started at his chest because that was the easiest spot to get to as Eddie leaned back with his shirt off, they both seemed to simultaneously realize the direction this would mostly be going in.

“Stay still,” Steve said, grinning now as he ran the brush down toward Eddie’s abdomen, Eddie’s breath having hitched at the same time as his eyes had widened.

“It’s cold,” he said, and it was, but he knew Steve wasn’t fooled. “Fuck, Steve, be careful.”

“I am. Be still or we’ll get your clothes messy, and you wouldn’t want that, right?”

They probably looked strange to any on-looker, only they knew they were hidden from view there, unless Wayne decided to come out of course. But despite the obscured view Eddie knew people could hear them, and so he clamped a hand over his mouth, head leaned back as his other hand darted between covering his face and moving toward Steve. He started giggling much too soon for his liking.

Steve seemed delighted. “I think your neck should be pink,” he was saying, fluttering the brush back and forth on his lower belly, the green soon covering each inch of it. “Your feet can be blue. Oh, and if you’re bold enough to pull your shorts down lower I can paint your hips red, to signify your most ticklish spot.”

The acknowledgement of what was actually happening made Eddie’s giggles turn into full on panicked belly laughter and his flailing hand finally settled on top of his other one, pressing hard to keep from being too loud. “Steheheve!”

“What was that?”

“Fou ou-”

“I see.”

Eddie dug his heels into the ground, the sensation so light and yet so unbearable. There was something about having to keep quiet, about not being able to stop him without getting paint on more parts of him, that made it all the more maddening. The brush he was using wasn’t even one of the wider ones, and yet it tickled enough in such a specific way that it sent shocks through his nervous system. The stairs were starting to hurt his legs where he was pressing them flat against them, but he was afraid he would crumble completely if he tried to fold any body part in on himself.

“I might make you my canvas forever,” Steve was saying, giving Eddie a moment to breathe as he wiped the brush to switch to pink. “You’re doing so good being still.”

Eddie found himself blushing at the praise. “Oh my god, shut up.”

“What? I’m just being honest.”

Steve’s smile was so excited that Eddie had to close his eyes for a moment to compose himself. “Well, at least you’re painting.”

“Right? Robin would be so proud.”

“You won’t tell her about this, right?”

“Oh, no. It’s our little secret. Now move your hand. I’m going for your neck.”

“Please don’t.”

“Are you interfering with my artistic choices?”

Eddie opened his eyes and found he was hovering over him, although the brush was held far enough from him that it didn’t make him nervous yet. “Yes. Human canvases have rights too.”

Steve hummed. “Fine. Not the neck then, but we need a good replacement to dampen my disappointment.” He glanced back. “The back of your knees? Would that work or are you too ticklish?”

“I hate you so much.”

“Hey, this was your idea.”

Eddie sighed. “I didn’t expect it to be so-”

“Ticklish?”

He let out a laugh. “Yes.”

“Well, I’m glad it is. I like hearing you laugh.”

Eddie flushed, but noticed that Steve’s face pinkened as well and found he couldn’t lament the situation he found himself in after all.

“Back of knees are fine,” was all he said, accepting his fate as he shut his eyes again. “But if you get paint on the stairs Wayne will probably kill you.”

“No paint on stairs. Got it.”

This time the brush on his skin made him yelp, knee bending on impulse to get away from the sensation. He should’ve told Steve to go for his knee caps instead, he realized belatedly. The squirming wouldn’t be so messy then.

“Ugh, it feels weird,” he said, craning his neck to look at Steve who had backed off when Eddie had bent both his knees, pressing the paint between his skin.

“If you get paint on the stairs now it’s your fault.”

“Is anything dripping?”

“No.” Steve suddenly grabbed his calf. “Maybe your ankle. Or should I go back to upper body? Lift your arms.”

“You’re so persistent.”

“I’m only getting started and you keep interrupting.”

Eddie huffed but lifted his arms anyway, grabbing onto the door frame as best as he could with the door shut. “Be nice.”

“I’m always nice.”

He wasn’t able to cover his mouth this time and was laughing loudly and freely the moment the brush touched his armpit. Steve hushed him, although he was laughing too, and slapped his palm over Eddie’s mouth in a way that had his thumb brushing the underside of his chin, another much too sensitive spot, and Eddie found himself spiraling into hysterics.

It was foolish to think he would be able to stand it for long, and within seconds he had paint not only on his hands and clothes, but also somehow in his hair from how suddenly he’d started fighting back. The stairs, somehow, were left spotless.

“You caught me off guard,” Steve told him later, helping him rinse the last of the pink from his hair. “You ticklish idiot.”

“Hm, I seem to remember another day where I was the one scrubbing your ticklish skin clean.”

“Speaking of that, I’ll help you get the paint off of the rest of you.”

“Oh, no, it’s okay.”

“No, I’m offering! It’s my fault anyway, right? I heard it’s really hard getting it off of armpits especially.”

“Steve, I will kill you.”

“And I think I saw some on your hips too. No idea how that happened. Oh, and your neck.”

Eddie groaned. It was going to be a long shower.

[pomegranate-pen]

dating headcanons with rapunzel pls. With fem s/o.

Rapunzel Dating fem!s/o headcanons!

A/n: here ya go! so sorry it took so long. life has been crazy this year, heh. also, I haven't mentioned Pascal here, since, well, how Pascal interacts with S/o depends on how S/o's personality is. he acts different with different kinds of s/o's.

If one had to summarize what having a relationship with rapunzel would be like, it could only be described as sweet and heartfelt.

Rapunzel is very open about her feelings, so she was most likely the first one to confess that she likes you. How you’ve met can also cause how long it’ll take her to tell you the truth. If you have met her before her escape from the tower, well, it would take much much longer for her to confess. because she fears that you could be lying and be out for her hair and not to mention, she isn't sure how mother Gothel would react to her having a girlfriend, and her gut feeling is telling her to not risk it either. if in a scenario, you do have the unfortunate timing to meet her, Rapunzel would just convince mother Gothel that you're just a friend of hers, and she'll tell you to lessen your frequent visits to her tower, since she fears that Gothel could somehow stop you from seeing her, But, have you met after her escape, well, then her confession is given without any outside fears, only anxiousness to know your answer.

Rapunzel is a high-spirited individual. Someone full of energy at any hour of the day and isn't afraid to try new things. So, if you have a unique talent or hobby or even skill that you have been perfecting for years, expect the princess to fully get into it as well as a sort of bonding time.

Likewise, Rapunzel wants to share every hobby she has with you. From painting, knitting, reading books, and even candle-making. She knows every hobby there is and is always buzzing with excitement when sharing it with you.

She sketches a lot in her notebook, and if you ever had the chance to peek into what's inside, you’ll see many sketches of you plastered in. some even fully colored and shaded and all while you were doing the most mundane of things like reading, leaning on a tree or even just simply laughing. If confronted about the sketches, she will freeze up and blush, stutter out some excuse about you having a drawable face and immediately zip away before you could ask more questions. Her sketchbook now has a lock on it.

If you were generally disliked by the kingdom, whether it was because you’ve done something villainous like Cassandra or Varian or were a simple thief like Eugene, Rapunzel would try her utmost to change the public’s perception of you. It mostly works, since they either believe her by meeting you in person or just fully trust the future queen. And besides, you aren't really the first redeemed villain they had, they’re practically used to this sort of treatment by now.

However, if you are generally liked, then, you’ll be an absolute power couple with Rapunzel. Two of the sweetest people in Corona, together?! It's like a match made in heaven! Expect many happy greetings and many couple discounts in every shop you go to.

Rapunzel does not like overprotective people, so if you're like that then you must reel it in a bit. she understands, she truly does. When you care about someone so much it’s hard not to worry about their safety, especially someone like Rapunzel who has been given the power of the sun drop, a power that even though it’s been fully gone today, people still sought after stealing from her. But, she argues, that you must understand where she’s coming from as well. She’s been overprotected for far too long, and all she wants is to have freedom in what she does. It’s already drainfull enough to have a protective father on her side, it would be even more difficult if you intervened as well.

 For everyone, you’re almost royalty. You live in the castle (Rapunzel begged you to) and you help Rapunzel with her royal duties as princess and future queen, so everyone tends to group you in with the majesties as well. Referring to you as ‘your highness’ and such.

Rapunzel loves kissing your forehead and playing with your hair. It's one of her go-to moves when you cuddle with her. She also loves shocking you with a kiss on the cheek and holding your hands when you casually walk in the streets. Her PDA is quite casual, she doesn’t mind holding your hand in public or flirting with you at all.

She is a listener at heart, so if you’re ever bothered by something, do expect her to hold your hand comfortingly and ask what's wrong. She’ll give you anything you need during the moment, and she’ll even try to fix the issue herself, which, becomes quite a problem if it's an issue where you don’t want it to be noticed or interacted with. If it's some sort of relationship problem, then you might want to hesitate before telling her. Because she will speak to the person whose causing you this trouble and if said person hurt you in some way she will try to fight them.

However, if you try to solve some of her family issues, she will immediately beg you not to. Whether it's mother Gothel or King Frederic, she would like to have you avoid them, since she’s worried about how much they’ll overreact if you try to defy them.

Her love language is obviously quality time. Other than sharing her hobbies with you, she also likes trying out different shops or traveling to different kingdoms with you.

Not much of a nickname person, but she does at times call you by a summarized version of your name. if you’re a nickname giver though, she loves every nickname you give her.

If Eugene Fitzherbert still counts as a love interest here, then my god, the amount of rivalry between you two is comical. Many jabs, remarks, jokes, and many many arguments would be sprung up between you. it could almost rival his and Cassandra’s. although, deep down, Eugene still considers you a friend (for someone who is your rival, he sure does save you a lot in near-death or injury situations) and with some time, he accepts the fact that he has no chance now. He’d see that you make her happy, that you help and support her when she needs it, and so, he accepts this situation. But he still does tease you at times- that’s just how he is.

[disastress-i-guess]

Ranking the Psichikers based on drawability instead of doing my homework. By drawability I mean how closely I can draw them to canon design btw. Criteria is:

1. Do I need a reference to draw this character?

If I do not need a reference = +1

Sometimes I need it= 0.5

If I do need a reference = 0

2. Are they fun to draw?

Yes = +1

Some parts are fun = +0.5

Not at all = 0

3. Do I want to draw them often?

ALL THE TIME = +1

Frequently = +0.75

Sometimes = +0.5

Not very much = +0.25

Never I only draw them when I have to = 0

4. Can I be creative with this character?

Yes = +1

Sometimes= 0.5

No = 0

That is four questions! Exactly the number of PSIkickers, what a coincidence! Totally not planned at all!

Ranking begins:

4. Reita Toritsuka (1.75/4)

Sorry tori. I need a reference for his hair pretty much everytime I draw him, which to be fair is so far like 4 times in total. Honestly I have a love-hate relationship with his headband because on the one hand, it's kinda iconic, on the other it's fucking horrendous I'm sorry.

Moving on from the hair, the most fun I have with drawing him would be his uniform (I like the rosary beads and Geta) and his face since he's an expressive character so I get to do a lot of fun stuff with that ( this technically does not count since it's not a part of the design but his points are already kinda low, I felt generous).

Lastly, no, I don't really have many "creative" ideas with him, I had maybe 3 but I never really felt passionate enough to finish them I'm sorry.

2. Mikoto Aiura (2/4)

This feels way too low but I can't really break the rules.

I do need to use references to draw her everytime I do ( which I think is...1 time? That is criminally low what the fuck am I doing) mainly due to her hair, speaking of which, I LOVE HER HAIR I LOVE HER NAILS I LOVE HER EYES I LOVE HER!!!! She is so fun to draw and it's so fucking nice to have a character with some fucking MELANIN OMG HER SKIN I AJDBDJ SHADING TANNED/DARK SKIN IS SO FUN WHY DONT I DO IT MORE OFTEN. This doesn't count since it's supposed to be about their canon design but there are so many outfits you can put her in it's crazy!!! I think it's mainly because she's kinda the only one with an aesthetic idk.

I WANNA DRAW HER ALL THE TIME I JUST DONT FOR SOME REASON WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME!??? Off topic I do not draw any of the female characters that often even though I regularly lose my mind thinking about them what's up with that?

Do I get to be creative with her? Not really but that's not her fault that's on me, she's perf I'm just uncreative that's all.

So sadly this is her rank. ATM anyway I'll draw her so often after this trust.

2. Saiki Kusuo (2/4)

He scored 0.5 on everything... How!??? Last I checked he is not Satoru Hiroshi.

Main reason I need a reference is due to the hair which for the most part is a bunch of zig zags and so I don't need it that often.

He is fun to draw, mainly his eyes they are very pretty. I do want to draw him often, I doodle him a lot. I think it's the limiters and glasses. I don't have to worry about him looking accurate cuz if you throw the limiters and glasses on it immediately looks like saiki so Im not that scared about drawing him.

Fun fact a lot of times when I'm drawing him he ends up looking like Kuboyasu. Until I put limiters on. Then all of a sudden it's saiki! Amazing! Chouno Uryoku who?

I guess I'm somewhat creative with him? I have a few ideas laying around, one or two animatics, maybe a fic and a couple crossover fanart ideas. Dunno if I'll ever get around to doing it though.

1. Akechi Touma (3/4)

I SO BADLY WANNA GIVE HIM A 4/4 MAN.

No I do not need a reference I drew him once and then his hair and face were ingrained into my long term memory for eternity in fact i remember it so well I subconsciously gave it to an OC.

Is he fun to draw? FUCK YEAH HE IS. Hair was the problem for all the other characters but not this one, no sir! because THIS MOTHERFUCKER HAS THE HAIR THAT GIVES ME GENDER EUPHORIA. It was my first 'boy' hair cut and I love how androgynous it made me look so looking at him gives me pure joy. And his eyes GOD I LOVE HIS BIG PURPLE EYES SJDIEBD.

I used to want to draw him all the time but I've drawn him too frequently so I need to take a small (miniscule really) break so I can continue liking it. Maybe that'll give me time to draw more Aiura. Anyways I gave him 0.75 on that part but that's entirely my fault for over drawing him. He did no wrong I take the blame.

Can I be creative with him? No not really since just drawing him covered in blood and/or eating sweets does not count as creative in this criteria. But I do have many ideas of just putting him in other universes and meeting my other favs and then the two of them ramble about an interest of choice and are just get to talk talk talk and talk I love them I love their yapping onjdhdiehd and I have a couple of animatic ideas I may never finish. GOD I LOVE HIM SO MUCH HE HAS A 4/4 IN MY HEART.

Oh god it's 1:22 am I should finish this homework.

[soulofapatrick]

Freckles and Sketches - Tommy Miller x reader

Summary: The reader lives in Jackson and she's an artist so she draws Tommy all the time because she has the biggest crush on him. One day he finds her sketch's and compliments her on it and they kiss

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: None 

Notes: @roscqk​ came up with this awesome idea and I just had to write it

Y/N’s POV

Drawing was how I got through the crappiness this apocalyptic world, I hate talking about what I see everyday so I draw it. I have sketchbook upon sketchbook filled with faces of those succumbed to the virus and they will always haunt me but at least they will be remembered in the crumpled pages of my books. 

Ever since coming to Jackson my drawings have become tamer, less and less clickers and runners appearing within the pages and more living and breathing faces. The towns folk are worn and weary and each one has their own story, some bloodier than others but every one is saved to be able to come back to on those days the nightmares take over. Every single sketchbook is stuffed under my bed in three old suitcases, all six years on the road and the year here. 

Two people had become the focus of my drawings over the last year both for different reasons. First was the loud and sarcastic girl who welcomed me with surprisingly open arms when I arrived, despite being four years my younger: Ellie Williams. Upon meeting her I fell in love with her face from an artistic point of view as it was so soft and drawable but there was a maturity beyond her years sharpening every feature. Her freckles smatter her rosey skin and despite the sharp curve of her jaw she’s all soft features and her eyes. They’re so satisfying to draw but I’m never able to find the exact colour pencils to get them right. They’re clover green but there’s something else behind them, like she’s carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders despite being nineteen. 

Then there’s Thomas James Miller aka. Tommy. He was the first person I met, finding me lost in a blizzard and offering me a safe haven. In retrospect I was stupid for agreeing so quickly but my pack wasn’t fully waterproof and I wanted to get my life’s work out of the foul weather before they were damaged beyond being saved. The man atop the beautiful russet horse was also breathtaking, the dark curls and dark eyes drawing me in like a magnet. Then the feel of his firm body underneath my hands that were splayed across his chest as he cantered back to town to get us out of the whipping wind and the saturating snow. 

That was a little over a year ago and now I’ve found myself a place in the bustling community that is Jackson. Tommy and Maria gave me a small place to myself and Ellie let herself in one day, being my new neighbour and that was that. I joined Ellie on patrols and spent the free times we had sketching, either her or my surroundings. Ellie’s father figure, Joel, would invite me to dinner every Monday and Thursday and we spent the rest of the evening talking and they pair would leave me to the sketchbook in my hands. Neither mentioned it if they caught me glancing between my book and them over and over again as I imprinted them to some part of history that would last longer than any of us. 

The Monday meals were also with Maria; Jesse; Dina and Tommy. It was after one of these meals I began to draw my hearts’ deepest desire, curled up in the armchair with my knees up so my sketchbook could lean on them and Tommy was smiling so wide as he listened to some of those ghastly puns Ellie was making. She was sat on the floor by my feet as if knowing I needed to see his face to etch it to my memory. I wanted to hug her right there and there as I never had to speak around her for her to understand everything. This was my first drawing of Tommy and by far not my last one. His freckles and the creases around his eyes when he laughed quickly becoming my favourite things to sketch, his curls coming up a quick second. His eyes always gleam with hope and promise of a better tomorrow and I cling to it like it’s a secret between the two of us except only one is aware of it. 

I hate using my voice. I don’t speak if I don’t have to and everyone in town knows it. I don’t see the point in talking if there’s nothing worth saying as words are powerful things and in the wrong hands can do so much damage. I think it’s why I started drawing, pictures can’t hurt as much as words. No-one in town has heard me speak except Ellie and maybe Joel once and that’s how I like it. I’ll speak if I need to but that’s it.

Ellie knows of my sketchbooks as she walked in on me one night. I was on the floor with multitudes of the little black books scattered around me and I was cradling one to my chest. She had never said a word, instead moved a few aside to settle on the floor next to me, gently prying the tear stained one from my death grip. It was open on the last drawing I had ever done of my older brother and it wasn’t my favourite revelation. It was of him on the floor, eyes empty and a gun in hand, bite mark evident on his forearm and his brains… everywhere. Ellie didn’t say anything but put the book down and pulled me into the arms where I spent the rest of the night crying everything I had bottled up in the pages. 

She hadn’t told anyone about the suitcases but would stop by after almost every patrol taken without me and I’d let her grab a sketchbook, flip to a page and would listen to the story of that person. If I never knew them I’d make it up, wanting every memory of these clickers to be human ones not the mindless monsters everyone became after. 

Today felt wrong, the nausea in my gut had me drawing the nightmare that plagued me. It was Ellie in Elliott’s place but her throat had been cut and I felt like I was going to throw up. It has me throwing on the first clothes I find and running next door, knocking on Joel’s door until I realise no ones opening it so I sprint down the road to Tommy’s. This time the door swings open and there he is, curls messy and face softening when he sees me, asking what’s wrong but I’m turning and walking away as it’s not Ellie. Tommy calls my name and I stop walking, pacing back and forwards in the snow waiting for him to get his shoes on and close his door behind him. 

His touch is soft and electrifying all at once when he lightly grabs my hand to stop me pacing him and face him so he can ask, “What’s wrong?” 

I don’t reply, gripping his hand tighter and leading him back to mine. I need to show him my worries as I don’t want to word my fears as it’ll make them more real. Tommy doesn’t utter a word, just following me inside mine and tilting his head slightly in question when we stop in my room. I reluctantly drop his hand, grabbing the sketchbook that was haphazardly dropped on my bed and flipping through it to show him my fears. He takes it and then is pulling into a surprising hug that has a small sound escaping my lips but I melt into it, resting my head on his chest and letting my eyes slip shut as I breath in that sweet and familiar scent of burnt coffee, hay and vanilla is everything Tommy. 

“Ellie will be okay baby girl,” He coos, carding his long fingers through my hair and I want to open up everything to him. He hasn’t ever called anyone else ‘baby girl’ and it’s not like I haven’t seen the sweet and longing looks sent my way it’s just I’ve never been able to believe I’m not imagining them but the way he’s holding me shows me everything I need. 

I’m breaking away, sitting on the floor and he follows suit when I look up at him in waiting, Then, after a deep and shaky breath, I’m heaving the suitcases from the safety of under my bed, unlocking them and watching his face. Surprise is the first emotion then something gentle as he glances over at me, whispering a quiet, “Are you sure?”. He waits for my approval and I nod so his umber eyes skim over all three suitcases before he’s reaching for a new sketchbook. I can feel my heart in my chest as he flips through it, panic building when he stops on a certain few pages. I reach for his arm, unable to see what has him so suddenly breathless then he’s turning his face to watch me an unreadable emotion in those gorgeous eyes. 

“Do you mean everything it?” He’s asking, the book in his hands lowering enough for me to see he found my admittance to my feelings for him. I feel my chest constricting and I can’t meet his stare, preparing myself for the inevitable rejection. Instead, soft lips press against mine and I’m gasping, eyes flying open to see his freckles in high definition with more visible at this closeness, “You don’t know how long I have dreamt of this. I have been love with you since Ellie introduced you.” 

“You love me?” I ask, my voice rough and quiet from not being used and his eyes widen again before they soften even more than ever before. 

“Your voice is beautiful, you should speak more. You’re beautiful and I am so in love with you baby girl.” 

“I love you too.” 

He’s kissing me softly again and right then and there I know I’ll be okay. The world might have ended but mine is just beginning and maybe he’s right: maybe words are worth it. If it makes him smile like that maybe it wouldn’t hurt to use my words as well as my drawings. Maybe everything will be okay. 

[straydogsys]

I realise that we haven't given Billy (🫀) the love he deserves so it's Billy time now.

Billy formed because we watched Saw III when we were 7 (?) Specifically the angel trap before running away (obviously we didn't know what it was but I'm 80% sure that's what was we saw). And Then our irl at 12 was really into saw and wouldn't understand why Billy scared us so much (for some reason we thought Billy was sentient and the killer in the series).

Anyway we formed Billy at some point and he's somewhat of an enigma. He can control the lighting in headspace but can't move unless he's on his tricycle. He used to sit in doorways and stare at whoever was there while the lights flickered.

One of the littles (who I will call Ghost) became attached to him and from that he became a caregiver. Now he let's the littles practice makeup on his face and wears a pink tutu. He still stares menacingly at people but he's always got three littles with him who would defend him to the grave (tbf most if not all of the system would) and we love him so much.

He knows Tadashi and Fyodor quite well (they're all caregivers- or just a drawable object in Tadashi's case) and Dazai is terrified of him.

Long story short: Get yourself a Billy the Puppet introject.

[twiggyart6]

collecting short funny things to write under fanart of characters you really love

please feel free to add more thank you :3

(this is long as shit be prepared)

ough

looking at them

my friend :)

mwehehe

augh

I can't believe this

brain blasted

what a little freak

do you even care

be so fucking for real

your kidding

what a weirdo

a wonderous creature

consider this

from my personal collection

what the

I'm so normal

I'm not normal

why are they like that

evil swag

TEEHEE

I'm gonna frow up

yeah this is pretty cool

pretty fucked up dog

have you seen this?

my beautiful princess

I'm ill

oh good heavens!

my son. he has every disease

this shit aint nothin to me man

I laurve them

yoink

just a little bit. as a treat

tell them to stop

me when I GET you

MY GUY

the psychic worm (wohwohwohwohw)

good lord

cuteness aggression towards them

what the fuck ever

im feeling something

sigh

me when the

GRRAAAHH

im fucking serious

love it when they appear

its becoming unhealthy

go white boy go!

your never gonna believe this

worst guy ive ever seen

their just so ... drawable

sorry guys

i saw it in a dream

she is very gorgeous to me!

i see them when i close my eyes

my little scrungle

be so fucking for real

i can do whatever i want

bitch

yeah

my baby girl

my little kitty meow meow

they've done something to me

i gotta get outa here

yep

my favorite white man

dude!?

full of joy a whimsy

going cray cray!

well....

erm

heyy gurl wasup

she is beuty she is grace

aaaaanything could happen

just like me fr

its time

yahoo!

divine retribution

yay!!

so was foretold in the prophecy

their so ... woah

yessir

god. fucking. damn.

they understand me

you are not immune to propaganda

Explodes character with mind

Forgive me

I would tell them my most depraved thoughts

for the win!

my treasure my beloved

awesome

oh yeah woo yeah

thats it thats the post

this above all else

-INHALE-

had to get it out of my system

you absolute baby buffoon

but make it epic

dont question it

gay baby jail

mwah <3

i want to make them into bread

no guys you don't get it

i got nervous

every fuckin time man

[puts face in hands and groans loudly]

no way

DONT DO THIS TO MEEEEE

take a deep breath

stupid little bow wow

cringeposting once again

abandon society, embrace insanity

god has let me draw another day

had to do it

changed my brain chemistry

so the thing is-

im going to make you so girlfail

pathetic wet cat

guys.

their neat idk

or something like that

ATTENTION!!

i have the disease and its terminal

shrimply amazing!

hits you with the beam

smile :)

send help

oh hi didn't see you there

no i will not elaborate

the creature is demonic in nature

i think there's something wrong with them

i think there's something wrong with me

its fine

woah woah woah

do you even realize what you've done

very cool

do you see my vision

whatever the fuck this is called

the strugler

interesting..

oh i got you dont worry

nobody move

character on the brain always and forever

#1 hater

funny you should say that

nature is healing

imagine a guy. now imagine them again

ooo mama

get drawn idiot

get obsessed over idiot

if only they were real

post this character instantly

your honor i need them

ive got some notes

A juicy morsel

I want to push them down the stairs

They wouldn’t dare

(Eyes wide and mouth frothing) yeah!

my beautiful wife <3

[seaoflove07]

Love Planted a Rose 🌹

~ Dark ~

• Artwork by The Drawables •

Full Art Cover and Story Description, Here.

OCXCanon. 🔪 Azusa & Christine’s Story. 🌹

Fan Fiction Written by Me.

Fandom: Diabolik Lovers.

⚠️⚠️ Self-harm and Mention of drowning. ⚠️

The Mukami Mansion. Friday Night.

- The scene starts in Azusa’s Bedroom -

Monologue

I feel sad and disappointed.

The Princess I've been dreaming about,

For the past three weeks,

She suddenly stopped visiting my dreams,

Since Wednesday.

I miss her beautiful smile and the way I felt,

When I was near her.

But who will want a piece of trash like me?

Now here I am left behind and abandoned again.

Even in my dreams, they leave me.

That's how my life has always been,

Since childhood,

And that's how it's always going to be.

Being alive truly feels meaningless.

At least sleeping was better,

When the princess appeared in my dreams.

Even if it wasn't a reality,

She made me happy.

I can breathe and move my body,

But I am dead inside.

Pain is the only proof that I’m alive.

- Azusa cuts his arm -

Staring at the bloody wound.

Azusa: “Justin… she left… you did warn me… this was going to happen…”

… …

“Please… stop laughing at me…”

(While Justin continued to laugh and mock me. I couldn't help to remember the first time I dreamt about the princess…)

Flashback

Azusa was walking through the most beautiful forest he had ever seen. Full of sunlight, nice trees, a field of wildflowers, and vibrant plants could be seen in every corner. He also saw many butterflies, bees, dragonflies, and bunnies hopping like little froggies. The air smelled like fresh flowers. As he kept walking he heard laughter and a flute from a distance. When he got closer to the sounds he stopped in his tracks. He sees three women dancing in a circle holding hands. They all were wearing the same type of dress, and ribbons around their waist, but each one had a different color. They had flower crowns on their heads and were dancing barefoot. He could hear a flute clearly but didn't see anyone playing it. Azusa kept watching silently. The woman with the long blonde hair, with the white dress and blue ribbon caught his attention, and he couldn't stop staring at her. She was a true beauty. The way she was dancing with so much freedom and peacefulness. She notices him and locks her eyes on him while still dancing. Azusa's heart starts beating. When the flute stopped playing the three women clapped and cheered. A minute later the blonde beauty comes walking towards Azusa.

Princess: “Hello, welcome to our forest. What is your name?”

Azusa: (She has the most beautiful smile he had ever seen…)

“Azusa… Mukami… what is… your name…?”

Princess: “It's a secret. Let's go somewhere else to talk. Follow me.”

*TimeSkip*

- They Arrived at a Waterfall River -

Princess: “Much better. The view of clear waters with the sound of the Waterfall is so peaceful. Isn't it beautiful? This is my favorite river. Here I spend most of my time.”

Azusa: “It is lovely… but you are more… beautiful… than this river…”

She giggles.

Princess: “Well look who's being charming.”

Azusa: “Can I ask you something…?”

Princess: “Sure.”

Azusa: “Can you please hit me… I'll take anything… it doesn't matter… how painful it is…”

She gives him a flirty smile.

Princess: “Do you know, Azusa? That I am the Princess of the water from this forest?”

Azusa: “Eh…? I see… It will be… an honor… to receive pain… from a princess…Fufu…”

The princess gets closer to Azusa, placing her hands on his chest and locking her gaze on his. For a moment Azusa held his breath, he was lost in her brown eyes that had passion in them.

Princess: “They say drowning is very painful… the struggle to get air. It amuses me all the time when I'm drowning someone… So since you want to feel pain, will you let me drown you… Azusa?”

He wraps his arms around her waist without thinking, pulling her body closer to his.

Azusa: “Yes… I'll take any type of pain... from you… Princess…”

She smiled.

Princess: “Good boy...”

Pulling his sweater softly, she starts walking backward slowly, leading him toward the water. Both still have their eyes locked on each other.

As they got in the water, Azusa gripped her hips hard. A little moan escaped her mouth.

Princess: “If you thought that was gonna hurt me. Then you were wrong. It actually felt good.”

Azusa: “Then we are the same kind… I knew it…”

She giggles.

Princess: “You and I are very different… you enjoy pain, while I enjoy killing whoever dares step foot into my forest.”

She pressed her lips to his. Kissing him gently.

“Are you ready to go deep in these waters with me, Azusa?”

He opens his eyes.

Azusa: “Yes… I'll go anywhere with you… I am yours… Princess…”

She gave him a sinister look.

Princess: “There is no turning back now.”

With a strong force, she pulled him down deep into the waters with her.

Flashback Ends

Azusa smiled.

Azusa: “That dream felt real… and… the feeling of drowning… felt amazing… Fufu… I will never… forget her…”

*TimeSkip*

- Christine Arrived at the Mukami’s Mansion -

Christine: (Wow! Dad was right, this mansion is huge! I can’t imagine how beautiful it must be inside…)

Christine grabs her luggage and walks to the door. The driver helped her bring the rest of her luggage and left them near the door.

Christine: “Thank you.”

Driver: “Enjoy the rest of your night.”

He walks back to the car and drives off.

Christine starts feeling nervous. She inhales a small breath and rings the doorbell. A few seconds later, a young man with dark hair and grayish-blue eyes opened the door.

Young Man: “You must be Christine-san, we've been expecting you. You may come in.”

She walks inside the mansion with her two big luggage.

Christine: “Mr, can you help me with the rest of my luggage?”

Young Man: “Mr!? My name is Mukami Ruki. Why did you bring so much luggage? I’m pretty sure you brought unnecessary useless things.”

Christine: (How rude!..)

“Apologies Ruki. I brought a lot of things because I will be staying here for three months, and I wanted to be prepared.”

Ruki: “Hmph… I see, very well. I will help you just this once.”

He grabs her other two luggage.

“Come follow me, I’ll take you to your room.”

*TimeSkip*

Ruki: “This will be your room. Next to the bedside table, I left your work instructions. Make sure you read it completely. You start tomorrow night.”

Christine: “Thank you.”

(I'm not impressed with the style of this room. But that is ok, I won't complain. Since I'm gonna live here for three months, I will style it to my liking…)

“Ruki, I don't see any other door in the room. I thought I was gonna have my own personal bathroom.”

Ruki: “What makes you think that you're entitled to have your own bathroom?”

Christine: “Huh? This doesn't have to do with being entitled. Mr. Karlheinz told my Dad that I would have my own bathroom.”

Ruki: “This will be your room and that is final. If you don't like it then you can sleep in the dungeon for all I care.”

Christine: “Why are you being so rude!? Are you one of the workers here?” 

Ruki: “Rude? Hmph... You better be careful how you talk to me next time. I am one of the masters.”

Christine: “Oh, so you are one of Mr. Karlheinz son’s... I’m sorry for raising my voice.”

… …

“Can I meet my coworkers?”

Ruki: “Listen here, Livestock. It's just me and my younger brothers, nobody else lives here but us. No maids or butlers are staying with us in this manor. We do have familiars around that help us out with some of our choirs.” 

Christine: “How is that possible? With a big mansion like this one! Also, what are familiars? So you're saying, I’ll be living here alone with just men!? Nobody told me this! Besides It will be hard to do all the work by myself and…!”

- Ruki pins her against the wall - 

Christine: “What the hell are you doing!? Let go of me!”

Ruki: “You are too noisy! I should punish you for your loudness.”

- Christine starts pushing him -

He pushed her back on the wall hard.

Ruki: “Enough!”

… …

He takes a strand of her long blonde hair and strokes it.

“I wonder, what plan he has with you. There is nothing special about you and you seem like a shallow woman.”

*Sniff, Sniff*

“What's this!?”

He smells her neck.

Ruki: “Your scent… Is kinda similar to Eve's.”

Christine Froze.

Christine: (Her heart starts beating fast! This was too much! She didn't even know this man. His body was pressed against hers and he was smelling her! But… I should stay calm to not make this situation worse…)

Christine: “Who’s Eve? And can you please let go of me?”

He lets go of her and moves back.

Ruki: “Never mind about that. Make sure you read the form and get some rest. Tomorrow you start working here. Be on time tardiness is unacceptable. I may take my leave now.”

Once he left, Christine ran to the door and locked it.

Christine: (What a night! This was so unexpected, What plan was Ruki talking about? I wonder if it’s a specific job position that Mr. Karlheinz wants me to do. But why I have a feeling it seems like it was something else that Ruki meant. And who is Eve? I suddenly started to feel scared…)

- The Next Night  -

Christine needs to get used to the night schedule. Before she came here she already knew that it was gonna be an all-night shift. The forms that her father gave her said that his sons are up all night due to their Night Academy. Even though they are now on summer break, the form specifies that they are used to being up all night and that they sleep in the daytime. Last night's incident with Ruki, still crosses her the wrong way, and the fact that she will be living alone with him and his brothers has her shaken up. She tried calling her dad to tell him everything, and she wanted to quit and go back home. But her cellphone signal is not working here. So right now she has no other option but to stay here until she can contact her Father. Right now it’s 6 pm. She already took a shower, and she's dressed for today. She’s wearing a flowy white summer dress with a pair of white flat shoes for her to be comfortable while she works. For jewelry, she’s only wearing her everyday gold cross necklace. She's headed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. That’s her first work task. She made it to the kitchen and saw that Ruki was already there getting the food out of the fridge. 

Ruki: “Ah… Livestock, good you are on time. I like that, Come. I took out of the fridge all the stuff you need. I also left you the menu. I will be preparing the table and silverware while you prepare breakfast for us and my brothers. They should be coming down in 30 minutes.”

Christine: “Sure, I got this.”

Ruki: “You seem confident, Livestock. You better not disappoint. Here, put this apron on. Every time you're working in the kitchen, I want you to wear it. Am I clear?”

Christine: “Yes, and my name is Christine not, “Livestock”

She puts on the apron. 

Ruki: “I shall call you whatever I please. And why are you wearing a dress?”

Christine: (She so wanted to snap back at him, but she won't risk another incident like last night. Who knows what else he is capable of? So she needs to be smart and not cause any trouble…)

“The majority of the time, I like to wear dresses. Is there a dress code here?”

Ruki: “Whatever, and no there's no dress code. As long as you do your job well, I don’t see any problems with it. Now let's get started, we are already wasting time.”

Christine: “Oh, you will be working as well? Even though you are one of the masters?”

Ruki: “Listen, Livestock, just because I live here, doesn't mean I don’t do anything. My brothers and I all have our fair share of the choirs of this mansion. So stop asking questions and get to work!”

*TimeSkip*

Ruki: “Excellent job, Livestock. I didn’t expect a woman like you would be good at the kitchen.”

- Kou, Yuma, and Azusa walk into the kitchen - 

Kou: “Wow, what a beauty we have here. Is this the woman who is going to live with us for the summer?”

Ruki: “That is correct.”

Christine: “Hi, my name is Christine Melendez, is nice to meet you all. What are your names?”

Kou: “I’m Kou Mukami.”

Yuma: “Yuma Mukami.”

Azusa: “Azusa…” 

Christine: (Lavender eyes!! Like the young man from my nightmares. She starts to feel chills down her spine…)

Ruki: “Well, since we did the introductions, we can all take a seat now, and eat breakfast.”

Kou: “Woh! The food looks and smells delicious.”

He takes a bite of the pancake.

“These pancakes are delicious and fluffy.”

Ruki: “I have to say, Livestock. You did a good job with breakfast, everything is very tasty.”

Christine: “Thank you. I’m glad you like it.”

- Kou and Yuma start fighting over grabbing the last pancakes and scrambled eggs -

Christine noticed that Azusa was staring at her, and he hasn't even touched his food. She also notices all the bandages around his neck and arms. The cuts on his face, and he had bad dark circles under his eyes. She wonders if he had a bad accident but she doesn't dare to ask him that.

Christine: “Azusa, is the meal not to your liking?”

Azusa: “I'm…”

Kou Interups.

Kou: “If you're not gonna eat that Azusa. I'll gladly eat it.”

He reaches out to grab his food. 

Yuma: “Oi, stop being greedy and taking other people's food!”

Ruki: “Kou, manners at the kitchen table!”

*TimeSkip*

Her first night with the Mukami brothers wasn't bad. She managed to do all the tasks that she was supposed to do with no problems. She still wants to go back home. She tried calling her Dad on her cellphone again, but no signal, and the phones here in the mansion don't work. All of them were disconnected, the phones were just there as decoration. Which she finds fishy. She is on her way to the bathroom to take a long bath, and then after she plans to go to the Rose Garden. Ruki gave her permission to take as many flowers as she wanted.

Christine: (I admit that the brothers are really handsome, but there's something off about them. They give me bad vibes like there is something dark surrounding them. Azusa's lavender eyes remind me of the young man from my nightmares. I really need to watch my back. I'm very afraid to be staying here alone with four men. I hope I'll be able to contact Dad soon. I need to get out of here as soon as possible…)

— TO BE CONTINUED —

(Prologue)

• Artwork by The Drawables •

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15 questions tag 15 friends here's to my love @nizynskis.

1. Are you named after anyone?

no, my name's more about its meaning than anything else. culture carried through the past etc etc you know how it goes

2. When was the last time you cried?

few days back i think? its uhh,, a general drama of regret, nothing i can't resolve quick

3. Do you have kids?

no. non natal milf so to speak.

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

i've tried most all of them i just do not like sports. i much prefer exercise, i don't need balls to legitimize moving my legs wink wink

5. Do you use sarcasm?

this is such a good question

6. What is the first thing you notice about people?

faces because i need to build up my visual library. if you end up in my artwork well thats on you for being so drawable

7. What’s your eye color?

charred plains after the annual harvest, burnt enough for god to look away etc et al. there is a certain loss in that march lit haze, in the shifting plumes of smoke where unfamiliar faces reside

8. scary movies or happy endings?

happy endings for me, as a general trend. horror movies are always good but after a long day you just want to watch someone be happy. hope transplanted through the silver screen.

9. Any talents?

well i draw and write and try to sound very smart on my academic papers and maybe one day ill be able to do a kickflip on my skateboard. ohh i can snap my fingers really fast too

10. Where were you born?

hospital

11. what are your hobbies?

drawing painting writing reading and one day ill learn to play every instrument. ooh yeahh learning too learning is fun god bless u pdfs of academic texts, i loveee hoarding pdfs and images too. the amount of pdfs i have.... the plan is to get sooo good at these i bag oscars, palme d'ors, bookers, hugo awards etc et al ad hominem

12. do you have any pets?

no i dont think i have the patience to take care of one. i just sublimate my love to my friend's pets and any stray cats and dogs that like me and dont look like they'll give me a scary infection (spoilers i just walk by with a smile)

13. How tall are you?

compressed industrial pipe standard regulation malleable plyable and god knows im impressionable

14. favorite subject in school?

well in my school days it was english and now i think maybe possibly it'll be post colonial literature and art history.

15. Dream job?

writer artists who will eventually love off her prize money. the goal is to just keep giving it away and retiring to the moors.

this was funn, tagging @transboydororo @moldavite @bloodcoveredgf @diatesticlematerialjism @legallybrunettedotcom

@vampk1ss @creepy-scrawl sorry sorry