#this one was probably the most fun to draw so far thanks for the request :3

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👉👈 koga in....... a6......... pleas.e :3

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The Bonds That Break Us (Rhysand x Female! Reader) Part 3

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Final Part

Request: "Would you do a Rhysand x fem!reader series? Maybe fem!reader is Rhysand's mate and Tamlin's sister? So secret love?"

AN: thank you so much for all the feedback! I am loving hearing your guys thoughts and I'm having so much fun with this

Summary: It was almost as if the cauldron liked to play games, as if it had sensed years of boredom and predictability and begged to be entertained. Its method of absolving its melancholy? Mate the High Lord of the Night Court to the younger sister of the High Lord of Spring. 

Warnings (so far): SMUT (consensual), oral (female receiving), mentions of SA.

Word count: 2730

(all photos are from pinterest)

The following day was another quiet day, and though Rhysand had stayed up with me all night like he promised, I didn’t hear from him in the morning. I avoided my brother at all costs and Lucien as well and spent the morning and afternoon getting ready for the ball at the Autumn Court that would be taking place tonight. I was sure to pick my dress carefully, opting for purple again.

I used to not care for balls, most of the time I would show up and not have anyone to see save for Viviane and Kallias who always had each other to dance with. This of course left me to dance with Lucien or not dance at all. I always left bored and feeling more lonely than I had been before I got there. 

I knew tonight would be different not just because of Rhys, but because of Eris. My brother has made it very clear at breakfast that I was to dance and charm Eris all night. The thought made my stomach churn and my eyes water, but I knew better than to disobey. 

From the second I walked into the ballroom I could feel Rhysand. The mass of people swirling and dancing around under the gargantuan chandelier made it near impossible for me to find him. I nearly reached out with the bond before my brother grabbed my arm harshly. 

“Remember sister, you are to charm Eris whatever means necessary,” he growled in my ear so only I could hear. 

“I will, now I’m going to find Viviane.” I glared and sauntered off to do just that. 

The ballroom was impossibly packed but finding Viviane’s ice white hair among the crowd was easier than I thought it would be. 

“Well you two look amazing,” I beam walking over to where her and Kallias are being wall flowers. Her dress looks like it was made entirely out of frost, and cascades down her body like it was made for her, knowing how Kallias likes to dote on her it probably was. 

“Me? Look at you! Purple is your color,” she smiles. 

“So, are there any eligible bachelors for me to romance tonight?” I laugh taking her arm and walking around the perimeter of the ballroom with her and Kallias. 

“No one worthy of note, but you know how picky I am when selecting a suitable man for you,” she giggles. 

“That’s true, you’re a worse critic than I am,” I smile. We promenade around the dancefloor until we run into one of Viviane’s friends and she stops to talk. I take it as my opportunity to glance around the room looking for a particular High Lord and finally I find him. 

He’s at the edge of the room wearing black as usual, conversing easily with two Illyrians. Their wings take up most of the space around them. The one with longer hair is obviously drunk as he lets out a laugh that reverberates throughout the room, the one with the shorter hair, swathed in shadows, simply shakes his head and smiles. Rhysand has yet to see me and to draw his attention I give the bond a tug, the first time I’ve ever done it. 

His head snaps up in my direction and I see the corner of his mouth curl. 

By the cauldron, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, my mate. 

“Why thank you my lord, I seemed to remember you had a certain affinity for the color violet,” I muse back to him and I swear from this distance I can see his eyes light up. 

The Illyrians next to him turn their heads to look at me, the one with the long hair gives me a knowing smirk and I quickly turn my head back to the conversation Viviane is having. 

I hear Rhys chuckle in my head, They don’t bite darling. Well Cassian might, but only if you ask him to. He muses over the bond. 

“An interesting proposal, I’ll keep it in mind,” I say back trying to hide my smile. 

You little minx. 

Before I can say anything back I feel a hand on my back, I turn to find Eris there, a hopeful look in his eye. He takes my hand and kisses it in greeting. 

“Y/n, what a pleasure it is to have you in our court.” he smiles.

“Of course, my brother and I were very honored to receive an invitation,” I say, trying to sound as chipper as possible. 

“You were the first invite we sent, by now I’m sure your brother has told you of my feelings towards you,” he smirks. 

“He has brought them to my attention, and I must say I’m flattered,” I smile.

“Might I have this dance?” he asks, my eyes flit to Rhysand for half a second, but it’s long enough that I can see the rage simmering in those violet eyes.

“Of course,” I say, taking Eris’ hand and allowing him to lead me to the dancefloor. His hand spreads over my waist almost obsessively as we waltz around the room. 

“You really are quite the sight to behold y/n, I can see why your brother keeps you locked up in the Spring Court,” Eris praises me. 

“I regret that he does so, if I had been allowed out more I would’ve found out much sooner how amazing of a dancer you are,” I smile flirtatiously. 

“Among one of my many talents my dear, though you’ll find out soon enough about those,” he whispers in my ear. 

We dance on and on swirling about the room to the music. From the corner of my eye I can see Tamilin and Beron watching the two of us and for the first time in a long time Tamlin almost looks happy. However it’s not long until I see his eyes catch on to a beautiful brunette that seems to grab all his attention. My skin starts to buzz again and it isn’t long until a large hand claps Eris on the shoulder. 

“Mind if I cut in?” Rhysand asks Eris smoothly. His words say one thing but his eyes look at Eris like he would cut off his hands or other important body parts if he were to say no. 

“Of course,” Eris says, passing me off to Rhysand and taking his leave.

“You’re going to get me in trouble,” I snap at him.

“I’m sorry, but I couldn’t stand to watch another minute of that,” he says cooly. 

“Someones jealous,” I muse.

“Very,” Rhysand confesses with a small smile. 

 As we sweep across the dancefloor, the feeling of his hand on my waist is all too familiar and I can’t help but remember the last time it was there. I look to the side to find the two Illyrains standing at the edge of the ballroom watching us. 

“Who did you bring with you tonight?” I ask Rhys. 

“My most trusted friends and members of my court, Cassian and Azriel. Azriel is my spymaster and Cassian is the general of my armies.” he explains. “I grew up with them, they are like brothers to me.” 

“Do they know?” I inquire further. 

“That we’re mates? Yes. I think Cassain would start a war for you already,” he chuckles. 

“Interesting, I would’ve thought they’d be upset,” I say, turning my head back towards Rhys.  

“You are not my court’s enemy, your brother is. You aren’t damned by association, and besides they are my brothers, they want me to be happy.” Rhys explains further.

“It sounds like you have quite the amazing family,” I acknowledge and he picks up on the longing in my phrase right away. “I doubt I’ll be treated the same here in the Autumn Court.”

“Why would it matter how the Autumn Court treats you?” he questions. 

“Because I’m marrying Eris,” I sigh, keeping my head down, unable to meet the sadness I know resides in his eyes now. 

“What?” he growls and for the first time since I’ve known him I’m afraid of him. 

“My brother has decided to marry me off to Eris for political gain,” I explain further.

Rhys takes my hand and drags me off the dancefloor, at this point people are so drunk they don’t even notice. He leads me to a room off the ballroom and closes the door. I take a moment to look around at the dimly lit study, filled with old books and mahogany furniture. I lean against the desk and look at Rhys.

“You’re not going to marry Eris,” he fumes. 

“You say that like I have the option to say no,” I retort as he closes in further. 

“If you marry Eris he will destroy you from the inside out, you will become nothing but a breeding vessel to give him sons.” he tells me.

“I’m going to be the same thing to any Lord my brother marries me to,” I sneer at him. 

“That’s not true,” Rhysand shakes his head. 

“Oh really?” I scoff. 

“It wouldn’t be that way with me. You would be my wife, and my High Lady as well as my  mate. You wouldn’t have to be sexually assaulted in your own home, or barricade yourself in your room to be safe! You would have rights and freedom and you would have Cassian and Azriel and a family that loves you!” he yells passionately, getting closer to me. “And you would have me, and I would love you too.” he confesses quieter.

A tear slips from my eye as I take in all that he’s said. He looks at me from just an arms length away, waiting for me to say something back.

 “Rhysand I can’t-” I start to say. 

“Don’t you dare say that you can’t,” he says, stepping forward and caging me into the desk, his mouth dangerously close to my own. “If you were mine there’s not a person in this world that would dare to touch you. You know that.”

I feel a hand go to my waist and he uses the other to wipe the tears from my eye. A different kind of tension fills the room as his breath fans my face leaving kisses where my tears once were. 

“Rhys please,” I rasp out lightly pushing him away.  His hands on my waist tighten. 

“Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want me to kiss you right now y/n,” he says tilting my chin up to meet his gaze. He’s right, I do want him to kiss me but I can’t even form the words to ask him that. “I thought so,” he says and then his lips are on mine. 

I taste all of him and need all of him. He pulls me so close to him I think I might melt into his skin. I throw my hands around his neck like he might be ripped away from me at any given moment. I feel his hands leave my waist and fly to the desk behind me. The next thing I hear is the clattering of glass, books and paper. He lifts me up and places me on the desk positioning his frame between my legs. 

“Rhys,” I moan as his lips find my neck. 

“I love it when you say my name,” he groans into the kiss, using his body to press my back into the desk and anywhere that isn’t concealed by my dress gets goosebumps from the cold surface. “I need to taste you,” his hands travel down my body and he sinks to his kneels before me, never breaking eye contact. 

“What are you doing?” I ask earnestly. 

“Have you ever had a man touch you here?” he questions back, his hand ghosting over my clothed core, my breath hitches. 

“N-no,” I squeak. He lifts up the many layers of my skirt and bunches them around my waist. 

“And have you ever touched yourself here?” he further inquiries rubbing a hand over my undergarments. 

I’m too embarrassed to speak, I just give him a shallow nod.

“Probably while you’re reading all those dirty books right y/n darling?” he smirks loving how the pink tints my cheeks. “And do you want me to touch you here?”  

I give him another shallow nod. 

“I’m gonna need to hear words darling,” he persists. 

It’s almost embarrassing how quickly I spit out, “Yes.” 

“Yes what?” he taunts me. 

“Yes I want you to touch me there,” I whine. 

He lets loose a feral grin before I feel him gently pull down my undergarments, taking his time to let his fingertips brush down the expanse of both my legs while he does it.  He pulls then off over my heels and discards them. I watch him intently as he lowers his mouth to me and licks a long stripe clean up my pussy flicking my clit at the very top. My back arches off the desk and I let out a moan. 

“Shhh darling, we can’t have other people knowing what sinful things you’re allowing me to do to you right now. Especially poor Eris, he’ll never get to hear you moan like this for as long as he lives,” Rhys smirks before disappearing under my dress again to feast on me. 

My back arches again and my hand flies over my mouth to cover my own moan. I feel Rhysand bring one of his hands up to grasp my free one. A touch so simple, yet so intimate. His tongue swirls hungrily over my clit and it takes everything in me not to scream. I squeeze his hand tighter and he chuckles, sending a vibration through my pussy. 

You taste amazing, like you were made for me. He says into my mind. 

I squeeze his hand harder at his word. I had spent most of my life reading books about this, sex and romance. I assumed all the women writing them were exaggerating how good it could be. In the spring court it was always seen as a pleasure for the male, not the female. But the way Rhys is using his tongue on me right now, has me seeing stars which I know is no coincidence. His mouth closes around my clit suckling it. 

“Rhys,” I breathe out. 

Fuck darling. I lied, I like it when you say my name, I love it when you moan it. 

“Rhys I’m gonna,” I cry trying to keep quiet. 

Cum mate. I want you to cum all over my face. He growls into my mind. 

It was almost as if he compelled me to. My back arches off the desk for the final time and I use my hand to stifle any sound that comes out of my mouth. He works me through my orgasm and when my body stops shaking he places one final kiss over my clit. His head pops up from under my skirts, his eyes shown with satisfaction as he licks the remnants of my arousal off his lips. 

I was on him before he could even speak, pulling him by his neck and kissing him hard. I fumble for the strings on his pants and he grabs my wrist to stop me.  

“No, not tonight,” he states. I immediately feel disappointment, the sedition I felt earlier had long left me the second that man licked his lips. 

“Rhys please,” I whine. 

“As much as it makes my cock twitch to hear you beg for me, I won’t let the first time I fuck you be on Beron Vanserra’s desk.” he chuckles, and leans in close to my ear. “Because when I’m inside you for the first time my mate I want to hear every strangled cry and moan I pull from your body. And when I cum inside you for the first time I want to hear you scream my name so loud all of Prythian knows just who’s mate you are. Is that clear?” 

Butterflies hit my stomach and all I can do is nod slowly every coherent thought in my brain long gone. All I can think of is how badly I want him to make good on his promise.

“Good girl, now let's get your panties back on before a certain High Lord of Spring starts to miss you,” he smiles.

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[You've Got Mail!]

You can now send your favorite salesman emails!! YAY!!

Here's some rules and information about the askbox.

First and foremost;

I try to answer as many asks as I can, but I will not answer every single one. Sometimes I just cant do anything with it that will work realistically with the perimeters of the world, and I apologize!! Its nothing against you guys!!

(Unless you break the rules ofc.)

So if you dont see yours after a long while, it’s probably something that wont work, sorry! You can always send more than one ask whenever and see if that one works instead!

Besides that, here’s the rest of what you need to know!

[RULES] :

Spamton physically PRINTS OUT each "email", so dont send asks that have a physical interaction. Sorry! Thats just how i decided to set up the world/situation, and is not really anything against you guys :-)

(more of a request than a rule tbh) Preferably try to send real questions or statements. most joke asks are funny, but are surprisingly hard to create an in character response for. You can still send joke asks if you really want to, just dont always expect an answer X-P (i.e. asks that contain nonsense,, you can still be funny and make jokes, and i should probably specify that, but things that are like "you look like a worm" or smth idk i have no clue what to do with lol)

I know he may be a personification of spam emails... BUT DONT SPAM!!! I mean it! It clogs the askbox and is a real pain. You can send him more than one ask, though, as long as you arent repetitively sending a ton in a short burst!! Send as many as you'd like as long as they dont qualify as spam.

Dont be sexual or romantic, please! Even "As a joke". I dont like Spamton like that and it makes me uncomfortable, plus I can't really answer that in character in a way that wouldnt provoke more of that. Thank you!!

Be respectful and patient!! I am just one person doing everything, lol, and this got far more popular than anticipated, so i will take a long time. I try my best to get at least one out every other day but i'll need breaks eventually!!!

I cannot give/spawn/materialize things for/to Spamton if you ask because of the way it’s set up. You are really just lines of text from a computer to Spamton, BUT... You can still do a lot if you think outside the box. or,, errr,, outside the computer. More like IN the computer. Kind of. Your words and your actions affect him and his reactions to you, so word it correctly and you can get him to do something or say something. Hes not stupid though, and he CAN usually tell when your intentions are... less.. than good.

[INFORMATION] :

[YGM!] is technically an AU!!! not only do the events of the game not occur, but this is also set before then!

Asks are put out one a day, regardless if i have more than one, UNLESS i need to connect two(or more) to complete one event. Or i feel like it. a little treat.

I am one person doing every ask and every unique frame of art, so expect 1 ask (If youre lucky, two) maybe every other day Monday-Friday depending on my workload per day.

This is just for fun!! I am using the askbox to exercise my drawing consistency, Spamton's personality, and the way he speaks and responds to different situations! This is a way I am using to improve my understanding of him as a character, so it wont be always consistent as I am growing and learning!

Just a little disclaimer, he WILL be mean. He is a sour, nasty, grumpy, bastard and I am absolutely not opposed to him responding as such. Just keep that in mind when sending an ask if you dont want that!

If you want a common outcome, talk to other people about it! go crazy! I dont mind long threads on my posts if you want to create a plan. Infact, I can even help and tell you things occasionally!!

What you say to him DOES and WILL affect the way he responds. Trust is lost far easier than it is gained, so keep this in mind. It is possible to regain his trust, but still hard. He is not a trusting person to begin with and being mean certainly doesnt help. BUT.. I am not opposed to being mean. Infact, they are quite fun to do. Either way is entertaining for me, so do as you will. YOU can choose to hurt or help him.

Using tone tags, while not required, are really helpful and assist me in understanding the intention in your ask if you think it may be interpreted another way! (i.e. sarcasm) :-)!!

I pick and choose asks depending on his situation, or if i have a good idea for a response, so you may need to wait a bit before i can get to yours!! Ones that i have an idea for take priority, especially when its to progress a scene. Or, alternatively, i am saving your ask for something i have planned.

I WILL reuse frames and poses to get these out faster and for my convienence :-) especially for the frames where there is no need to change his pose! So like.. dont think too hard about it lol.

Also, i prefer if you specify if the ask is for me /or/ Spamton. I do still do normal asks, lol. If its for me, just let me know!! I can usually tell, but most asks will be interpreted as for Spamton. I appreciate ones that start with his name before said thing is asked/stated specifically!! (i.e. "Spamton, __ __ __")

I wont be consistent with the way its answered. Sometimes it's one panel, sometimes its a couple panels, or sometimes they're animated gifs!! It varies depending on what i feel, so if youre lucky you can get a gif, lol. Those take longer usually though. Ive mostly switched to a gif format rather than multiple panels in a comic style, because its much easier to view! The animation quality can vary :-)

Thats about it!! Have fun!! ^_^

[zombiekillerbiceps]

Aftercare

Notes: thanks for the request anon! I decided the aftercare was going to go both ways. Hope this is fluffy enough for you 🥰

Content: 1k words, 18+, aftercare, implied rough sex, LeonxReader, g/n reader, fluff

You stared up at the ceiling, trying to catch your breath. Leon laid down next to you with a huff. His breath was still heavy, his eyes closing with post-release drowsiness. You took a moment to take him in. His blonde hair was falling into his face, gently outlining the sharp angles of his cheeks. His lips were parted slightly as he panted for air. You admired his aquiline nose, so straight and strong, but most of all, you loved his eyes. Light blue and usually so serious, it seemed sometimes like these moments were the only times he ever looked soft.

One eye popped open and he looked at you, grinning.

"What?"

You felt yourself giggling, "that was a lot of fun."

"Yeah?" He propped himself up on one shoulder, pushing the hair out of his face. His biceps curled as he supported his weight and the usually straight lines of his shoulders sagged as he relaxed. He almost looked like a painting. Narcissus or something.

"Yeah," you agreed. He leaned down and kissed you softly. Sweetly. When he pulled away, those blue eyes were so serious again. "How are you feeling?"

His hands were warm as they traced your body, gently tracing where bruises and bite marks were forming. A bite mark on your shoulder was deep enough to draw blood, and it looked like bruises were already rising on your thighs in the perfect shape of his fingertips. You reached up and took him by the jaw, tilting his head towards you so he could look you in the eyes.

"I enjoy all that stuff, you know." You reassured him. You knew sometimes he got scared of his own strength. "Even when it hurts, it feels good. I know you'd never really hurt me."

His fingertips brushed your cheek, eyes softening again.

"You're avoiding the question," he said. You smiled up at him.

"I'm pretty sore. Tired. A little bit overwhelmed I mean... Babe five times? Five times."

"Would have been more if you'd let me," he flashed a cocky grin at you. Then he sat up, breaking the moment of comfortable afterglow. You sighed. You should probably use the washroom, get cleaned up and all that. You went to stand, but your legs shook, refusing to support your weight.

You fell into Leon who supported your weight like it was nothing. His hands held your elbows while you steadied yourself. He helped you to the washroom where you cleaned up a bit, and when you swung the door open again, he was there waiting with your fluffy housecoat.

"Babe, you didn't have to..."

He wrapped you up in it. When you were all cozy, he wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled into you. He was so warm, so comfortable. He took your hand then and walked you into the kitchen, where he sat you down on a chair.

He pulled the little first aid kit from under the sink and then produced a tube of polysporin from that. He dabbed a bit of the white cream onto a q-tip. You pulled down the shoulder of your housecoat. He wiped the bite mark off with an antibacterial wipe, then applied the polysporin.

"Thank you, Dr. Kennedy," you teased. He didn't say anything. He just smiled up at you softly, then returned to doctoring your battle wounds.

"Do you want an advil for the bruising?" He asked as he packed up the first aid kit. You hummed a negative. He tossed the first aid kit back under the kitchen sink and then crossed over to the freezer. You raised your eyebrows in a question, then almost squealed when he produced two tubs of ice cream.

"Babe is that... No way." You took a tub from him greedily, reading the simple label. "The honeycomb ice cream from that mead place! You didn't have to go so far out of the way just for me."

"Just for you? No, c'mon, these are both for me."

"Over my dead body," you snapped it away from his lunging grasp. You brought your feet up to his hips, holding him off while you stretched your hand as far from him as possible. The chair rocked backwards. His reflexes never failed. He braced himself against the table with one hand, catching your chair with the other. His tub fell into your lap.

You looked at each other, then burst into laughter while he pulled the chair back into place.

"My hero," you teased.

"Grab us some spoons and meet me in the living room," he says, still smiling at you.

You oblige, gathering your fluffy house coat around you. You pulled the last two clean spoons from the drawer and meandered into the living room at an easy pace. He was lounging on the couch, sweatpants and a faded t-shirt hugging the form of his body. One arm outstretched as he flicked through the options. He saw you and opened his other arm, beckoning you to lie with him. You do, resting your full weight on him, knowing he can handle it. Both tubs of ice cream sit on the floor, cracked open and within easy reach.

"Can we watch something funny?" You ask.

"Have you heard of Always Sunny?"

"Ew," you scrunch your nose, "I hate that show. Do not."

He laughed and conceded.

"How about the Simpsons?"

"Okay! But only before s-"

"Before season eleven, I know."

You hummed happily, comfortable in this domestic moment with him. Your hips still hurt, and you were still tired, but the ice cream and classic Simpsons raised you from your sub drop. He stroked your hair, the two of you content in each other's company. By the end of the first episode you were feeling much closer to normal again.

"Thank you for this," you eventually mumbled around a mouthful of ice cream.

"Thank you for always reassuring me. After. I just... Need to hear it sometimes," Leon replied, kissing the top of your head.

"I know." You leaned your head up to him, giving him a kiss. It tasted like cream and honey and sugar. "I love you."

"I love you too."

[hughiecampbelle]

Succession Preference: Tattooed Baby Sibling

Requested: Hi! Hope you are well! Idk if you're taking requests atm, feel free to ignore this if so! But I was thinking of a preference for The Roy Siblings. In which the reader would be their baby sibling, but they have A LOT of tattoos and maybe how the family reacts to them or or how they deal with that part of their sibling? - anon

A/N: I love this!!! I only have about 30, so idk if I qualify as tattooed person just yet lol, but picturing this is fantastic! Thank you for requesting my love!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💜💜

Connor comes from a different generation. He's not used to seeing tattoos in the professional world. Knowing this, you keep yourself pretty covered until you can't. It's at Caroline's wedding you shed some layers, letting your skin show in the heat. He's taken aback. He knew you had a few, but you're covered now. You catch him staring, unsure of his emotions, ready to defend yourself like always: they won't stop you from getting a job, they're a freedom of expression and art, they make you feel more at home in your body, some are just funny and others far more sentimental, that it's your money and you can spend it however you want, etc. Instead though, he just gives you a small smile. "I like the one by your elbow, kiddo." He has a lot of questions, like what does it feel like to get them and why you gravitate towards them when others, like him, feel no need. He knows you get enough judgment from your mother and father. He's your biggest brother, he loves you no matter what.

Kendall doesn't really understand them. Like Connor, he has questions, though you're often reverting back to your childhood self when you answer them: totally defensive. You're busy showing them off to Kerry when you catch his attention. There are a few fresh ones, still raised and irritated. It makes his skin hurt just looking at it. You're completely covered now, working on filling in the gaps. He doesn't see the appeal. He thought, like most "phases", you'd grow out of it, but these things are permanent. Forever. It's a big commitment he could never make. What if he likes something today and hates it tomorrow? You assure him you've never felt that way, but if you ever do, it's something you liked once and that's enough. He makes some not so great remarks about professionalism and what happens when you get older, but they're all out of big brother concern. Eventually you tell him that they've never affected your ability to get a job and that they'll look cool just like they do now when you're older. End of discussion. He doesn't hate them, but he doesn't think they're great either, especially you being his baby sibling. He'll never approve.

Shiv has always wanted to get a matching tattoo with you. Something small, delicate, tasteful, probably on her ankle. You make plans for this, but it never happens. You can never agree on what you want. You urge her to hurry up since you're running out of space. She loves them, she thinks they're really cool and also a huge middle finger to your father. You're always eager to show her the newest ones. She wouldn't expect anything less from you. You've been drawing on yourself since you could hold a marker. Every time you came home from school covered in ink your father would order either one of your siblings or one of the nannies to scrub you til skin came off. He barked that this was unacceptable behavior, but it never stopped you from doing it again. Now look at you. She doesn't hold the same fears or beliefs as your brothers. She's under the belief that if it makes you happy, truly happy, and it doesn't kill Logan, then it's fine. Why should anyone try to stop you? It's a tattoo, that's all.

Roman is the least bothered by them. Why would he care? It's not his body. He calls Connor and Kendall old men for being so uptight about it. Does he make fun of you to no end about them? Of course. Oh no y/n, a Chipotle bag threw up all over you! Looks like you've still got some unused space right. . . there. Where's Waldo am I right? If I can find the end of the maze do I get a prize? He has a habit of poking fresh tattoos and feigning ignorance, too. How am I supposed to know what's new and what's not? He also loves to point out new ones to your mother and father, who both despise them. Oops, did I do that? He runs away before you can hit him. He understands, while also an aesthetic thing, it's about pain, too. There's something satisfying about the needle that you can't get anywhere else. That noise, the constant poking, the radiating ache. He gets it. You all have to do what you gotta do to get by. A need to go back, this inner wanting for the pain again. It's socially acceptable and you get permanent art to go along with it. Win-win.

[romy350-romyakari]

Kingdom Hearts OC Week 2024

Day 3: Connections

It's the third day and I can't believe we are here already here but I promised some fun stuff like the people in her life so let's dive into them shall we?

The people in Lux's life trend to leave a mark on her be intentional or not, most of the time is amazing memories that outweigh the bad which she chooses to take to keep moving forward. Here we will learn a bit more of this people and what probably make her connect to them even if briefly or long term.

Let's start with her close family and then go with the friends she made along the way.

Lux's mom, Ophélie, is someone that both of the siblings cherish a lot. She was their anchor and when things got rough she was the one that taught her and her brother how to adapt.

She wanted them both to fend for themselves as the world is a complicated place but if there was a good chance on the horizon she would want them to take it, she inspires their resilience and to try and thrive against the odds. Ophélie was the one that gave her the nickname Lux long ago.

Daybreak Town actually living to the claims and stories was the best news she could get from her kids letters and even if they are so far away they cherish each other. Her mom is also the root of some hobbies of she started and her love for flowers.

Her mother is doing better and luck has been better knowing they are fine, she has been thinking on visiting them lately [more onto that on another day :)]

I have mention Lux has a younger brother, so let's talk about him.

The little guy may be younger but has got the hang of things quite quickly once in town but will always have each other. Lux as a sister is a bit of a hassle with how overbearing she may feel as she tries to take the role of the oldest seriously but she comes off as a bit of a goof since she has a soft spot for him but he just accepts that she is trying[She could spoil him a lot but he won't let her do it so often, stubborn kid uh?].

The power of the keyblade awoke in him quite early and it did help show how he stands of his own but has a bit of wisdom, ever since becoming a keyblade wielder he stick to his party most of the time and not put himself on harms ways till he knows he can handle him. He is Lux's inspiration to grow and become better since she wants to have his back in case he ever wants her help. If she were to have a board of "do it for them" his brother would absolutely be in that board.

They both have weekly meet ups to send their letters together to their mom and catch up!

I can say one thing, it was such a relief that both were Dandelions because oh they would have not left if the other had no guarantee to be fine on the aftermath.

That round up her close family, let's go to the friends she made along the way~

I mention she had a friend that show her the ropes when she became a wielder, this was a special kind of friendship that probably was bound to last just enough to make good memories. Things just happen but Lux thinks fondly on those times even when the line was draw that she had to let go of this friend. This friendship was something that she is just thankful to have experience and learn from it. Sometimes you just have to keep moving forward and let some things go.

She can't remember what happen to him because of the locked memories as a Dandelion of The End, maybe it helps but still appreciates the nice time she had back then.

She has some friends that she has some friendly banter and while they cant be a party on the official sense, different unions and all that stuff, they exchange info as the the crew that is stuck on the Agrabah duty. Need some help on that zone? oh they got a lot of tips for you. The all may have requested other zones and are still waiting, but they stick together in the mean time and this is the kind of solidarity that makes the many visits to the desert less tiring.

Probably there is also comfort of having some others to discuss this stuff that remind her to her previous party. She has not join a new one ever since but this is the closes that reminds them of the solidarity and community it was to have back then.

She has some hobbies and through one of them she kinda meet someone unexpected, a friend of sorts. The chances truly but it makes you thinks is nice when some things are just unexpected but happen. It is nice to open up to people by chance!

The idea crossed my head long ago because uh older sibling of someone and somehow plant coded is some way. You can ask me for the details any time tho this fact will be fun for my timeline recap on Day 7!

We are closing the post with Chiri, Lux's chirithy, they have been though a lot together. From Chiri adjusting to her as a new wielder to having her back on her day to day, they actually are a good team! This two just grew to understand each other. Lux cherishes Chiri quite a lot and Chiri just tries to guide her through her journey as much as they can. She likes their down times since is when they can do more things than just work, they are and adorable duo.

That's it for the main connections she has, maybe it gave you a glimpse of what she is like with people. Prefers to be positive but can adapt to things even if it take a bit sometimes, there is more missing on that matter but I will see if I can give a nice glimpse into that.

See ya later!

[ideavian]

Your art and the style you have can only be compared to a resplendent dream. I'd love to know about your history in art, ie, your inspirations, how long you've been creating, and the story behind your fascination with distinctively ornate birds. My guess for the birds is Articuno, but what do I know?

Thank you so much!! That’s so nice of you to say akskkssk the birds are not really based on articuno sadly but articuno is one fine bird. Would love to catch it in Pokémon go one day 😔

I’ve been drawing birds for some … 8 years now? It started out less as birds than as colours in shapes tbh, like this one from probably 2016:

^Brought to you by sketch express and its 3 whole layers on my iPad 2. I think the first such bird drawing I ever did was based on a particularly nice sunset I saw :) I drew a whole series of these elements-based birds but I can’t find them anymore…

After playing around with that for a few months I started taking requests for birds based on anime characters like this one (mid 2017)

^rip Lelouch Codegeass you were a real one. I mostly drew characters from bungou stray dogs and That One Obscure Chinese Anime which. Really didn’t work that well in hindsight considering that the designs were more casual than what this style was suited for. But that’s where I started basing birds on people :3

And then in 2018 I got into a little dress up game called Love Nikki and started using the costumes as inspiration and also ran an art request blog, so I was drawing stuff like this for maybe four years? Also I got involved with an art club associated with the game so I was drawing a lot. Most of my stuff from around this time is on this blog!

(August 2018, June 2019, September 2020, August 2021. These are very representative of my personal growth because if you look at my signature you can tell I changed from a cat person to a crow person)

In the summer of 2022 I started doing commissions and got to see a lot of of people’s OCs! It was a lot of fun honestly and I think some of my best work was from then tbh. I think seeing other people’s character designs in different styles really helped me with learning to work with different elements and compositions and such :3

(August 2022, June 2023. Finally got a proper watermark because if I didn’t use them I’d get cancelled so hard on Chinese social media)

And also I discovered genshin character designs around that time and really vibed with the amount of detail on them :D I know people complain about how complicated they are a lot but my style only really works with complicated designs alsjsk

(April 2023, January 2024. Found out about lighting this year and it’s so exciting)

And that’s my bird drawing journey so far! I’m busy with school right now but I’m definitely looking forward to drawing more consistently after I’m done :D I love birds and fancy clothes and birds in fancy clothes

[lamnwar]

Hii!!

I love all of your writing! Can I make a request for Murasakibara? A NSFW scene about him with a shy and quiet girl? I’m not sure how this work since it’s my first time.

Hiii there 💕 thanks for the request, you have no idea how excited I was to write this one! I have so much love for Murasakibara and he's just so 😩😩😩 hope this is up to your expectations, love <3

Speak Up // Murasakibara Atsushi x Fem! Reader

MDNI 18+

Context: it's pretty fun for your boyfriend to try to guess what you're too shy to tell him, and this time, getting you to speak your mind is just the best thing he's ever done. All characters are aged-up for plot purposes (18+).

Warnings: it's smut so evidently we got some action going on 🤭, Murasakibara calls reader "doll" and "my girl", nipple sucking, oral (f! receiving) because Atsushi religiously eats pussy, protected sex, vaginal penetration, both reader and Murasakibara are pretty desperate, a bit of dumbification, Murasakibara likes reader to be loud and he's an absolute king for that 🧎🏾‍♀️

Something about you has always intrigued Atsushi. He doesn’t claim to be an expert in people by any mean – if anything, most people are absurd to him, being way too complicated for nothing. Yet, the day he’s come to take notice of you, he’s been on a quest to understand you.

It started with your first encounter, when he wondered why you kept looking at him but the second he looked back, you’d deviate your gaze. At first, he figured that you were fascinated yet intimidated by him, like most. But then, one day, he noticed that sparkle in your eyes, and from that point on, he amused himself by creating interactions with you, in hope to see that sparkle again and again. For the longest time, you struggled to hold a proper conversation with him without stuttering. Yet, he never stopped, somewhat entertained by your struggle to be around him. Then, when it clicked, he casually invited you on a date, like it was the most mundane thing to do.

Naturally, things started to change between you, to the point where you are currently dating. Yet, despite being with you for quite some time, he still sometimes find himself fascinated by you. It’s like an enigma, a fun little game of guessing. You don’t speak much, you never did. The only way to properly know you is by spending enough time to pick on the subtleties. And Atsushi is no exception to the rule. Despite being your boyfriend, he’s a victim to your shyness, and thank God it’s become an entertainment to him, overwise he probably wouldn’t invest any energy in you.

But this comes with, well… consequences. And so, you’ve come to learn for yourself soon enough.

One thing about Atsushi, is that he doesn’t play to lose. And the little guessing game you’ve unknowingly got him to play can only have one victor, and it’s definitely not you. Or maybe it is, to some extent, depending on how one thinks it. These past few hours, you’ve once again triggered his curiosity. It’s subtle, barely noticeable, but something has been on your mind, and you can’t bring yourself to address it with your boyfriend. You should be able to, after all, if you’re not vulnerable with Atsushi, then with whom will you be? Regardless, you are unable to lay your mind bare for him and say loud and clear what you want. The purple-haired boy has thus been watching you walk around your place, these little mannerisms catching his attention.

He’s silent, seemingly unbothered as he mindlessly watches TV, and you make yourself a cup of tea. Unbeknownst to you, he’s watching you from the corner of his eye, waiting for the right moment to put you under the spotlight, forcing you to speak. Oblivious, you bring your warm cup with you as you sit on the couch.

Oh?

Atsushi cocks an eyebrow – how come are you sitting so far from him, when you usually get yourself a seat in the comfort of his embrace? Your legs are tightly brought to your chest, your hands resting on your knees as your fingers absentmindedly draw figures on your skin. Your eyes wander on the screen in front of you, its light reflecting on your skin in various colours. Still, there is this specific look on your face, something that further intrigues Atsushi. It’s timid, more than usual, like a dirty little secret that is eating you away. He sighs, the sound getting you to look his way for the first time since you’ve joined him on the couch. And your eyes open wide when his big hand grab your ankles, pulling you towards his body.

“What’s going on, doll?” he lazily lays his eyes on you.

You struggle to maintain eye contact, your body paralysed by the proximity. You try to calm your breathing, sensing your heart racing way too fast for your own good.

“It’s nothing” you reply, barely credible.

He tsk, and for a while, you sit in silence. Every part of you is in panic, as you understand that he’s realized that something is on your mind and that you can’t tell him. The worst is that it’s not like you don’t want to, you actually wish you could say these things to him easily. But you can’t get yourself to speak, and here you are, crumbled against his large body, all bothered.

“You shouldn’t try to lie to me, you can’t lie for shit” he says.

You move as a duel takes place inside of your brain. You’re embarrassed, but you really want to confess your troubles to him. You’ve been bothered for almost three hours, ever since he’s come back home after practice, and you’ve felt your whole body longing for him.

“I… don’t know how to say it, it’s too embarrassing” you confess.

He looks at you, raised eyebrows. Well, if this doesn’t make the situation a whole lot more entertaining to him…

“Eh… you want me to get the truth out of you, huh?”

“No, that’s not…”

Your words are cut short by his fingers tracing your lips. This time, you get yourself to look at him with surprised eyes. It looks like he’s smirking, you notice, it’s a bit twisted but it also doesn’t help your situation.

“What’s bothering my girl, hm? Come on, tell me.”

“Atsushi…”

You deviate your eyes, hands gripping at your knees as you feel the blood rushing through your veins. You take a breath, finding this whole thing more and more unbearable. You shake your head, gathering all the courage you have in you.

“I kinda… I want to, you know…”

You don’t make sense; you mentally scold yourself. But somehow, your words make your boyfriend more intrigued, and he pulls your face closer by the chin, watching your eyes trying to escape his, in vain.

“I’m listenin’, go on.”

For a moment there, you ponder how he manages to be so nonchalant while you’re struggling.

“Well, since you came back… I wonder if we could, I mean…” you take your breath. “I’ve really been wanting… you.”

His unbothered expression shifts slightly, and taking you by surprise, he lifts your body to sit you on his lap.

“God, what kind of girl struggles so much to tell her boyfriend that she wants to get fucked? You could have said so earlier, would have save you all that trouble.”

Your hands go to hide your face; the relief of finally expressing your thoughts is short-termed, as embarrassment takes over your entire body. It’s not like you to be so eager, but you can’t help it. It’s stronger than you; you’ve just missed him all day and seeing his giant frame walk pass the door of your bedroom, his towel loosely hanging on his hips after his shower, has awaken something in you that you’ve been battling with for the past hours.

“Don’t hide now” he tuts as he removes your hands from your face, “do you want it or not?”

You nod, too flustered to reply with words and he smiles, lips inching closer to yours.

“You’re too damn shy for your own good” he mutters before kissing you.

Your lips hungrily capture him, surprising yourself. You can’t control this animalistic urge to take in every inch of the beautiful boy. And the minute your lips separate, you desperately go for another kiss, hips grinding on his lap as his tongue laps at your bottom lip. A soft sound escapes your throat, and you feel your cheeks burning. It’s embarrassing, how desperate you are for him, but he couldn’t disagree more. Seeing you so hungry for him, Atsushi feels an intense wave stirring his insides. He’s never wanted you more.

“Shit, doll, I’m kinda impatient now” he pants against your skin “gotta have a taste of you, you’d like that?”

You whimper as a response, owning a sigh from your boyfriend. His large palms roam your back, landing on your bottom as he pushes you as close to him as he can. You feel him warm against your core, feeling like a simple creature driven by lust. Is it so wrong, though, to want him so viscerally?

“It’s ok now, you can use your words. Need to know how needy my girl is.”

You look at him with big eyes, not understanding how it turns him on when it flusters you, but figuring out that, in the condition you’re in, there’s no lost in indulging in his demand.

“I want you to touch me, Atsushi” you voice out, feeling your blood pumping in your veins.

It’s so bold, you think to yourself, but your request sends the boy in a frenzy, and he’s quick to lift you up, carrying you to your room. You land on the bed, thoughts for a minute wandering to your cup of tea left untouched, before you’re brought back to reality by Atsushi’s hands removing your top. His action leaves your hair dishevelled, but you don’t have time to worry about it, because your boyfriend’s lips are currently hungrily devouring every parcel of exposed skin. You feel weak, nothing but a complete mess under his touch. His soft mouth travels to your exposed breasts, and you glare down to see him take your nipple between his lips, sucking on it with passion. His actions seem thoughtless, more instinctive, he’s a starved man feasting on you. You gasp, your fingers roaming in those long lavender strands. It’s a bit of softness added to the moment, enough to remind you that you finally got what you wanted.

“Atsushi, please…”

“What now?”

Your pleading eyes meet his, and you once again get a rush that allows you to speak your mind.

“Eat me out, I’m begging you!”

It’s so lewd, these aren’t words that you’d usually speak. Yet, it feels surprisingly good to be so honest. Stripped from all these chains that restrain you from speaking your mind, forcing yourself to put any embarrassment at the back of your head. For once, you’ve asked for exactly what you want. And you’re absolutely right to do so, because no one savours your pussy like Atsushi does.

He’s not long to respond to your demand, finding his place between your thighs like he’s always belonged there. Upon seeing the stain on your cotton panties, he raises his eyebrows, long fingers tracing your lips through the fabric.

“For how long you have been so horny, doll?”

He’s so blunt that you are momentarily stunned.

“Don’t say things like that” you mutter.

“Answer me.”

You look up at the ceiling, trying to ignore the throbbing in between your legs.

“Since you came out of the shower” you confess quietly, almost like whisper.

“Huh? Didn’t hear you.”

You inhale, as his fingers hook in the elastic of your underwear, slowly pulling it down as he awaits your answer.

“Since… you came out of the shower” you repeat a little louder.

“Seriously?”

The temperature of the room contrasts with the scorching heat of your cunt, making you shiver. You can already tell how wet you are, your arousal coating every crevasse of your vulva.

“Yeah.”

“That’s so like you to suffer in silence for so long. What would you have done if I hadn’t picked up on your weird ass behaviour?”

You don’t have time to reply, a gasp leaving your lips when his mouth lays kisses down your inner thighs towards your exposed core. A shiver runs down your spine when his hot breath falls on your clitoris. It feels like too much, even though he hasn’t done anything yet. You close your eyes, opening them up suddenly when his pretty mouth finally makes contact with your most sensitive part. Atsushi’s tongue is heavy and languid, running between your lips and tasting you with incredible fervour. You whimper, the movement of the wet muscle electricizing your entire body. And he watches you, eyes half-lidded, savouring the sight of you being an absolute mess as much as he savours the taste of your sweet cunt. He sucks on your clitoris, watching you struggle to keep these sounds from escaping your throat. It makes him smile, how you fail at it, fail at hiding your arousal.

And when your fingers goes to wrap in his long locks, burying his face between your legs as your hips buck forward, he knows. It never takes long for you to come when he eats you out. But even when you cry his name, and your legs try to close, he doesn’t stop. Atsushi never stops, not before he is satiated. But the truth is, he never gets enough of you. His strong arms keep your legs apart, while he hums in satisfaction against you. You are overwhelmed, that much is a certainty, but deep in your soul you don’t want him to stop. The bliss you’re feeling is worth these cries coming out of you. The more it goes, the less you find yourself trying to control yourself, keeping it low out of embarrassment of letting yourself be consumed by the way he makes you feel. Maybe it’s for the best, you think in a brief moment of clarity, maybe he really should fuck you dumb, so you won’t feel the urge to restrain yourself anymore.

“Are you still with me, doll?”

Your starry eyes notice your boyfriend’s pretty face hovering above yours, your arousal glistening on his chin. Seeing your eyes twinkle like that warms his heart, and he smiles before kissing you. You need more, you need him.

“Baby please!” your voice is so clear that it takes him aback for an instant.

You’ve never been so loud, so sure in these settings. For a second, Atsushi wonders if you’ve always had that in you; you’re different from the girl that usually keeps it low, ever so shyly begging for him, for his fingers, his mouth, his cock.

“What does my girl want?” he asks smoothly.

Your lips quiver. Most of the time, Atsushi seems detached from everything, almost insensitive. Even when you get intimate, he keeps that cool that is so unsettling. Sometimes it brings you to wonder, does he even enjoy it? But now that you get a glimpse of softness, of vulnerability in the tone of his voice and the shape of his smile, you’ve never felt so loved.

“Want you, Atsushi. Can you please give it to me? I really want you.”

“Is that so?” He raises an eyebrow as he gets up.

In slow movements, he removes his clothes, leaving the sight of his naked body all for you to appreciate. Your heart beats at a crazy pace as you detail ever inch of him. His large shoulders, his porcelain skin, his cock – big, beautiful, and proud, only asking for the warmth of your body.

“Yeah” your voice cracks.

“Want me buried in this pretty pussy? In my pretty pussy?” he rolls a condom down his length.

You whimper, nodding enthusiastically. It’s adorable, he thinks, but now that he’s got you speaking, he won’t take anything but your words for an answer.

“Say it, then.”

You feel him drag his head between your slit, then stopping it at your overstimulated clit, teasing, taunting.

“Please fuck me Atsushi.”

Those words sound like a heavenly song to the tall man’s ears. He doesn’t make you wait any longer, and he doesn’t make himself wait any longer. Your legs wrap around his waist as he dips slowly inside you, till he reaches the bottom. You hiss, somehow still unused to his extraordinary size despite your arousal. His fingers wrap around your jaw, forcing you to look at his face as he moves out, then dives right back in. His movements are slow, almost lazy, and they last for what seems to be a never-ending moment. You whine, and he cocks his head, his hair falling on your cheeks.

“What is it, huh?”

“Faster…” you articulate.

He grins at your request, and quickly obliges. His thrusts take a sudden change of pace, while his hands trail down to grab your hips, keeping you firmly pressed in the mattress as he pounds into you. You are speechless, senses heightened like a beast in nature. You feel everything; from his grip on your hips, to your pounding heart in your chest, and his cock dragging in and out of your velvety walls. It’s almost too good, and you let your pleasure voice itself out. The sweetest moans and cries leave your throat, making Atsushi moan in your ear. He loves the sounds of you so much, and he doesn’t fail to show it to you by holding you closer, digging as deep as he physically can.

“Fuck…” he grits between his teeth “see why you should tell me when you want me? See how good it feels when you speak up?”

You nod frenetically, failing to form a tangible response as every time you open your mouth, gasps and whimpers escape. It’s almost endearing to see how much happier you look when you do not let yourself be chained by your shyness. Seeing that bliss on your face, the stars in your eyes, the heavenly sounds coming out of your sweet lips, you’re so… bright, loud, and beautiful. And your boyfriend has never been so glad that he’s made you speak up, breaking you out of your mould.

Your fingers travel from his back where you’ve left the marks of your nails to reach his nape, tangling in his soft lock before travelling down to his cheeks. Your touch is a moment of softness, and he looks at you, feeling everything disappears around him as he can only see you.

“I think I’m gonna cum again ‘Tsushi” you manage to articulate.

“Of course you will.”

In a last effort, you pull his face towards yours to leave a messy kiss on his lips. Your moans get lost against the softness of his mouth, and soon enough, you feel every cell of your body ignite. As you reach your peak, you don’t even try to muffle the cry evading your throat. The next following seconds are a complete haze, only the grunts of Atsushi appearing clear to you as he also reaches his orgasm. You can’t tell when he’s pulled out, when he’s laid next to you, when he’s pulled your exhausted body next to his. But then, you’re brought back to reality as you feel his fingers gently pat your head, resting warmly on your hair as you fall against his strong shoulder.

“I love you doll, but you really gotta be less quiet with me” he says.

You laugh softly, cheeks burning up.

“Do you like it so much when I’m loud and outspoken?”

Your question is timid, naïve, but it warms his heart more than he’s willing to admit.

“I sure do, so next time you want me, say so. Don’t make me guess. Fucking scream it how much you love me, alright?”

“Anything for you, Atsushi.”

[thevoidofwinter]

this is SUPER late bc its been A Time lately and i also kinda forgot for a while oops. BUT. a little bit of rambling about my cccc/hms designs + interpretation as requested by @keruukat :]

so first off, all three of them in my "main" designs for them are incredibly creature coded. this is literally just because i wanted to and enjoy that type of theme. mind is dragon themed, heart is... bird creature thing. themed. and soul is cockatrice themed which was actually not my idea and a big brain suggestion my friend @atticustimestwo came up with (thank you forever atticus btw. probably never would have thought of that myself sLJFKSL) !!! as a result of this, they're all incredibly instinct driven and highly reactionary. yes mind hates this.

side note, i also have different names i like using for them! mind is helios, heart is lunaris, and soul is anularis. this was mostly just to separate them when doing rps with friends but i've come to really enjoy these names :]

but with that out of the way! i'll start with my mind design bc i'm biased towards blue and dragons oops.

originally, he started out being the least creature coded of the three, both in terms how i was messing around with design and actually in how i read the "timeline" of the album, as it were. in character wise, he absolutely hated being "inferior" to the other two. he didn't have any claws to speak of, no scales, no feathers. he was the most human looking and he didnt like that. so what does he do? oh yknow.

design wise, i realized i liked leaning more into the robotic theming like a lot of people do bc idk! it's fun. why not. and then my dragon bias hit when i heard that One Line in RoE while drawing one day and the gears started turning. i still haven't ironed it out 100% drawing wise, but here's what i have so far:

a good part of the left side of his face is a screen! its default is just an eye, though it can be just about anything. it definitely turns to a clock during RoE and i do imagine it becoming super animated during TME. also glitchy from Be Born into TME as well.

his floating crown is a hologram he keeps up at most times, but the sun halo is just kind of. always there.

there's a lot of metal. like. a LOT. his neck is plated + his modulator is built into that. his entire spine is reinforced with metal. metal arms, probably some metal patches elsewhere too. and yknow the robotic dragon tail

he glows ominously in the dark. you can see that here- just kind of an aura type thing along with the glowy robotic bits on him.

he has irises and pupils, though most of the time they aren't visible bc he is. Tired. they snap into visibility when he's focused or angry though. (i have a very vivid mental image of them snapping into focus during the intro of TME)

he has mechanical wings! they're retractable and mostly are just there because, again, he couldn't bear to be "inferior" to heart and soul, who both also have wings. he can fly with them, though most of the time they're literally just for threat display. also yes, there are slits in the back of his jacket for the wings i just forget to draw them lol

he has an innate need to Be The Tallest. they're literally all the same height but this bitch wears heeled boots with metal on the soles to make himself taller.

the sun patch on his right jacket sleeve was put there by heart; the crown on the left he did himself.

he kinda??? has electricity abilities that he gained over the process of turning himself more robotic. this is important to note for a later note with soul :)

...that's all i can think of for now but i'm sure there's more i'm forgetting. its fine! onto heart :D

heart has always been the most creature coded to me, as the representation of emotion. and yknow. emotions can be pretty damn innate, instinctual, and visceral. or maybe that's just my take on it cause mine sure are lfsdkjhdfjk

i couldn't choose between black and white wings so his are both! a gradient from white into black with white speckles and purple heart-shaped markings on a few of the primary feathers :] he also has a lot of feathers in other places, such as covering his ears, his neck, chest, arms, legs, and of course tail.

his eyes aren't actually physically damaged! his near-blindness and extreme light sensitivity are actually a result of mind glowing blindingly bright (something something don't stare at the sun) after the shot, and then later the harsh red glow of soul's trident when he got the scars on his face.

his halo is a crescent moon most of the time, though it can change to different phases either on command or in reaction to his emotions. i haven't quite decided which phase stands for what yet, i'll figure it out eventually...

he loves loves loves putting patches on things, especially different textured ones. the heart patch on his hoodie sleeve is soft!

his blindfold has the phases of the moon on it! they weren't initially there as the blindfold was given to him by soul, but mind later embroidered the phases onto it during a concord loop.

his tail is actually kinda prehensile and really strong- he can totally use it to hang onto stuff and even hang off a branch upside down.

he used to be able to fly easily, but after getting his wings broken one too many times in scuffles, it's a lot more difficult to do so now. theoretically he still could with enough adrenaline, though.

he slouches a lot because of his wings, so he usually appears to be the shortest of the group. he can and will stand up straight for threat displays, though.

guy really doesn't like wearing shoes most of the time. socks it is.

aaand i think that's all i have for heart atm!

soooo, soul moment :] soul is such an intriguing guy to me. we really don't see (or hear, ig) a lot of him for a good part of the album, so tbh even to me he's still kinda an enigma. i do adore him a lot though. this guy is SO tired and done with heart and mind's shit, please let him have one (1) nap.

i went back and forth on this guy's design a whole lot before atticus suggested the cockatrice idea, and even a little bit after that i debated it for a while. should he be the most human, or appear so far disconnected that he's barely recognizable? WELL. turns out i went kinda midline with that lmao.

he has both scales and feathers to mirror heart and mind's respective features. i love a symbolism

he has a mane of feathers going down his spine, though it's usually only visible on his tail cause. yknow. clothes.

his wings are summonable, and he doesn't usually have them out cause they're HEAVY. they're a mix of draconic and feathered wings as well. he can also fly with them, though it's usually too much effort for him to even consider.

he has four red diamond-shaped lights hovering above his head at all times, like heart and mind have their respective permanent halos.

when under extreme stress/emotions, he has three light horns that manifest, reminiscent of his trident. he also glitches the fuck out

^ the visual glitching is actually a result of mind. what happened during the shot was that heart shot at mind (and missed, but the fact that heart even tried was the problem) -> when he finds out, soul unintentionally snaps and freaks the fuck out, attacking heart and mind -> mind panics and absolutely electrocutes soul, causing his form to glitch and go black and white -> ever since then, extreme emotions causes him to start glitching again!

the shadow half of him is also reactive to his emotions, though is there more often and easier than the glitching. it's pretty much his default, especially during cacophony. (i have a pretty vivid mental image of it fading into view during dream)

the back of his jacket has a trident, crown, and heart embroidered on it, something that all three of them worked on together :]

this is literally just for comedy reasons, but soul's shirt is usually a basic t-shirt, but sometimes it has text on it and the text can change at will

also have a few misc notes that i think are fun :]

while i do adore these creature-esque designs, i also want to do more abstract designs (that they're probably liable to shift to under extreme stress/it being their "true" forms), as well as closer to human designs :]

same thing with clothing designs. i'm so indecisive help. i think im gonna do all of one or two color designs, and then some alt designs where they mix and match colors some!

i do like to imagine heart is physically the strongest out of the three, mind mentally the strongest, and soul the strongest overall. just in relation to each other, of course.

...and i think that's all! at least all that i can remember right now lol, i'm likely to come back and edit this or reblog with additions when i think of more things. it's kinda intimidating to finally be posting this bc im usually so quiet on this front, but i hope whoever manages to read this giant wall of text enjoys! :D

[raccoonfallsharder]

let me love your OCs

to request a doodle, read and reblog this post. (currently CLOSED) art masterlist | navigation | fiction masterlist current queue | rocket art | my OCs

petra quill, j'me, petra again | moon, juno, rose ♡

doodle requests are currently CLOSED.

i reserve the right to choose & reorganize my queue based on wherever inspiration strikes (it's not that i don't like your OC ~ it's just that my creativity is a fickle thing). i do tend to most enjoy drawing humanoid femmes with reckless hair in the gotg fandom, so they will probably get priority.

avery, jolie, fleuret, chérie | ken, brita, star, akira | ember, mori, magril, dori

Akira (@bakaotakulife) look at this shiny blue-haired badass. she has such an interesting backstory and you'll want to follow her creator to find out more about what happens next, i'm just saying.

Avery Malloli (@evolvingchaoswitch) is a fuckin badass bar-owner with sexy arm-muscles and tattoos and both i and jolie have crushes on them.

Brita (@pretty-chips) is such a pure, delightfully fun character with record-store-clerk vibes. Thank you for letting me draw her. She is a glowing sunbeam-soul. ♡ another Brita wearing a terran t-shirt gifted to her by my oc, Jolie Spinner

Chérie (Cherry) (@aliasrocket) I have a crush. 10/10 would attempt to flirt with (badly). Thank you so much for creating her and letting me doodle her! Dori (@funkydancingdinosaur ) i have deeply loved having the chance to draw and paint tadoria. they are so rad and i love their bioluminescent fucken eyes. i may end up having to draw them again at some point just to play with those eyes again. so fuckin cool

Ember (@thirteens-lucky-tardis) this girl is a fucking dragon. she’s got such interesting background lore and she’s cool as fuck. i vow i will, someday, draw her wings. truly a rich and interesting oc with great interactions with rocket! thank you gif letting me doodle her!

Erit (@hipothermia) is a super-interesting cat-like alien with some mind-control powers, gorgeous patterning, and she's besties with rocket (i get it. they both like to annoy quill.) SUPER cool character, SUPER fun to draw! ♡♡

Fleuret (@elegant-fleuret) is my personal caffeine deity. i now pray to her for the ability to scrape myself out of bed and for deliverance from coffee crashes. she is also the dj of knowhere which is possibly the coolest fucking job in the universe and i would like to be her friend.

J'me (@caesarhamato22) is a badass babe and i loved getting to try some new things and make up some guns. plus making something for jay is like. making an offering to a god. such a fucken honor

Jolie (Window Across the Galaxy) - my gremlin child. just some scritchy-scratchy character concepts. feel free not to look if you want to imagine Jo in your own way. ♡ another series of low-rent jolies ♡ the "real" Jolie doodle - refined, finished, && in color ♡ a favorite scene of Jolie & Rocket (Chapter IV. Got There First.) ♡ i just wanted to add other folks' beautiful art of jolie here too. i am so grateful for these treasures ♡♡

very first portrait of jolie by @raccoonmybeloved ~ so fucking cute i died

sims of jo by @evolvingchaoswitch ~ particularly love her paint-spattered outfit

an absolutely drool-worthy nsfw of rocket & jolie by @lazarel-3000 that permanently has altered my brain chemistry and lives in my mind forever ♡♡♡

Juno (@lazarel-3000) is one of my favorite OCs ever. she is everything. i want to be her && i want to date her (unfortunately she only has eyes for rocket). ♡ a rough little juno sketch because i just love her that much (+ it was a birthday thing!) ♡ another juno [NSFW], covered in sparklies, per one of my fave scenes from The All of You ♡ my favorite juno so far ~ a lineless portrait. she's so fuckin gorgeous and i cannot get enough of her!

Ken (@thismonthshyperfixation) ken is a very rad-as-hell woodworker who meets pete on terra. they go on a space-road-trip to knowhere so ken can meet rocket. they have very cool hair and tattoos and i wanna hang out with them and talk about making stuff

Magril (@rxin3akamallory) i have so enjoyed getting to know magril over the months that rxin3 has been patiently waiting for this doodle. she's such a clever, resourceful, resilient little sweetheart, an opossum, and a halfworld refugee who escaped via a ravager ship. plus her eye is a camera?? i love her!!

Dr Meti Geer (@luci-j) look, if you wanna read a VERY charming and hilarious fanfiction series about a half-celestial feline(ish) genius and chief veterinarian of knowhere who almost break's rocket's junk by falling off a roof and then accidentally married my favorite raccoon, you need to check out meti's story. i love getting to try my hand at drawing the illustrious dr geer and i am grateful for the opportunity to try and practice my extremely-limited hand at anthropomorphic characters. HE'S SO CUTE

Moon (@glow-autumz) with Rose (see below). Thank you for letting me draw these two lovelies. You know I headcanon them as interdimensional besties ♡ ♡ another Moon (@glow-autumz) Thank you again for letting me illustrate some of Moon's rad powers. i am OBSESSED. I appreciate so much you bringing her to life! ♡ a Moon-Mermaid (@glow-autumz) because she has captured my imagination. Thank you for letting me continue to doodle your amazing, gravity-defying, gorgeous-haired girl!

Mori (@blueberrysquire) this adorable badass is an alien space psychologist who focuses on shepherding folks across the threshold of life and death. they live incredibly long and their lore is rad as fuck. i took way too long to draw this character but they are an absolute delight and you should read more about them!

Petra Quill [NSFW] (@hibatasblog) so this version of peter is rad as hell and i wanted to draw them in their seductive shi'ar lingerie. petra quill is the darling version of peter quill who features large in all of this author's rocket x fanfiction and i love them. this particular sequence is from casino royale and you should check them out on ao3! ♡ another Petra (+Rocket!), chilling on the eclector (@hibatasblog) a scene starring the two babies from hibata's fanfic entanglement. it's truly the warmest hug of a story and you should all read it ASAP. (this is actually a complete art piece, with like a background and everything lol)

Rose (@love-for-faeries-go-burrrr ) & Moon (see above) Thank you for letting me draw these two lovelies. You know I headcanon them as interdimensional besties ♡ ♡ Another Rose (@love-for-faeries-go-burrrr) because I love her so, so much. aka rose gets her wings back

Star (@cleo-is-babygirl) is a pure fluffy little sundrop and a brilliant self-taught medic/surgeon. she is also the first tanuki/anthropomorphic animal i have drawn other than rocket so i was very nervous but i did my best. thank you for letting me try something new and expand my experience, friend!

Tessa Udonta (@guardian-angel12) is a metallic badass, a survivor of the high evolutionary and the kree, and a ravager. i adored getting the chance to draw her, especially with her silver eyes ♡♡♡ absolute goddess.

[squalodinoappreciationsquad]

hello! This is my first time requesting a drabble from a prompt hopefully I'm doing this right-

Coming from the Flower Prompts post, may I ask for Arbutus for Squalo and Dino? I really like your writings for those two qwq 🩵

Thank you in advance!!

Hi hello this is actually perfect! Don't worry, feel free to send more! And thank you so much for the compliments, I absolutely adore your drawings 💕

Now, you gave me a DELICIOUS prompt, I hope you are going to enjoy this snippet!

Arbutus - a realization that you are my one and only  

Squalo and Dino meet each other again after the battle for the Vongola rings has ended, after all dust has settled and this time it is awkward. Some would say even painful to watch and indeed it does not go unnoticed by everyone around them.

Both the men had entartained the thought of them being together for the longest of time, they had yearned and pined even, in their teen years.

And then the huge presence of Xanxus had been the sort of bitter ending they both had, or so they had thought.

There had to be a battle.

There had to be blood.

There had to be opposite sides.

And then they finally understood.

When Dino finally realized, it was at the end of the Rain battle - he had expected to save Yamamoto from the inevitable death by being mauled by a shark and instead he had seen Squalo.

And in front of what had been his friend - and probably something more - unconscious and bloody, Dino could not help himself.

He felt dizzy, he felt all blood suddenly go away nd most of all he did not register how he had immediately crouched next to Squalo's body, trying to call him, to keep him awake.

And that was exactly when he realized it.

Oh no, he thought, oh no.

He absolutely knew it as he was dragged away by Romario, as Iemitsu was making his way.

And he found himself doing something he'd never thought he'd do. He begged for Squalo's life, no, the Varia's lives to be spared, inventing on the spot any possible excuse as to why the Vongola should not execute the Varia.

Sure, he is now indebted to the Vongola, but it was worth it, he thinks.

When Squalo opened his eyes again, in that hospital bed, the first one he saw was Dino.

None of the Varia were there, especially not Xanxus was there and yet.

The one walking next to him had never been Xanxus so far and Squalo had been so wrong the entire time, because there was someone waiting for him to wake up and it was Dino.

Somehow.

The uncomfortable feelings he had been struggling with finally agreed. Squalo looked intently at those sad brown eyes, memorized his faint smile as Dino told him that he had finally woken up.

And there and then Squalo realized that it had never been Xanxus the one he was looking for, the one he would lay his life for. and there and then he thought, oh fuck, oh no.

When Squalo managed to speak, his voice trembled lightly "Why... Why did you save me?"

And Dino's voice trembled too, hesitated even. "Because that would have been inconvenient if you died."

And they both knew that this was just a pathetic excuse, and they knew they were and always had been each other's person.

And now that the dust has settled, and they are both still alive, it is awkward and embarrassing and everyone is eyeing them trying to be polite but also curious to know what exactly has changed.

And neither one tries to make a step because - oh well, thwy should be past being two awkward teens vaguely in love.

They dance around each other and sit in the same room politely six feet apart like two Victorian lovers pulled out of a Jane Austen book and Tsuna and his guardians are too young to understand fully, and the Varia don't really have the emotional ability to just give the right nudge.

Luckily or not, however, Reborn has a plan.

Dino is after all a student of his and by proxy he has known Squalo for long enough.

It is going to be a fun time for everyone, especially for Squalo and Dino, Reborn thinks.

[shhh-secret-time]

Spread love to fanfic writers! Answer these questions about your fanfics then send this to 5 other fanfic writers Name a fic you loved writing the most. Name a fic that others loved but you didn’t care for as much. Name a fic you had the most fun writing. Name a fic that you are the most proud of. Name a fic that you wish had gotten more recognition. Name your happiest/saddest/most comedic fics! -SnomoScribbles

You!!! Yooooou!!! You know what speaks to my soooooul! Talking about writing!!

☆ The fic I loved writing the most? I actually had a lot of fun writing was Ginger Snap! It was the one fic that wasn't hard for me to write! It just came naturally.

Kyle is a lot of fun to write for, he's just the hardest for me to write for!

☆ Honestly, I was not a fan of my Tweek and Craig fic, or the one Butters fic I did.

- BIG RANT AHEAD-

I have a lot of conflicted feelings writing for Tweek or Craig. The Fandom loves those two together very much and writing anything involving them with fem feels weird? It's a very touchy subject for me because their representation is important for many people! On the other hand it's important for pansexual/bisexual people too.

As someone who's bisexual myself I understand enough to know it feels good when I read things that include my sexuality. But I'm still very ignorant to a lot of things. Things I'm still trying to learn, things I will happily change about myself if it makes me a more understanding person.

So until I sort these feelings out I probably won't be taking anymore requests involving Creek. If they're separate that's fine, but until then it's probably going to be closed off.

For the Butters fic it's literally my first one I wrote so of course I'm not going to like it. In fact now that I know a little more, I'm probably gonna go back and re-write it!

☆ I had the most fun writing the Midnight Summers Dream fic! That's where my roommate and I came up with the Fae King Kyle! Like why just make him an elf? Go further. Give him beautiful golden wings that make his red hair look like a sunset! Yes bitch!

☆ The fic I'm most proud of is going to sound a little selfish and for that I apologize. It's my Pomegranates and Honey. This is the first time I'm writing something so important to me. Honestly, I want it to drive home that message I've talked about a thousand times and to encourage others to write that self indulgent fic or draw that self indulgent piece!

☆ Honestly it's not a fic but the headcanons I did for Clyde, I wish kicked off a little more! I feel like the Fandom doesn't do enough with Clyde! I love, love an older brother figure being an absolute dork to his sister!

☆ My happiest fic probably has to be Low Ratio! The fic that started all this madness! Just because I was like, "Man, there sure are a lot of angst involving Stan on AO3. What if he was just....happy?"

☆ I don't really have a sad one I think? Might need to change that...

☆ Most comedic? You know I laughed the most at Snowy Aspens and Lined With Ink

You guys really like Stan. Me too

Hey but thanks for sending this! It was a lot of fun to answer all that! If you got this far you should check out my boy @snomoscribbles! He's a fanfic writer himself and his shit is 😘🤌

[shrimplymoray]

HEHEHE TENA im coming in with another bimbovirus scenario request <3 Eri and Cody celebrating her birthday together in the lab, she’s blowing a small cake and making a sweet wish with him!! thank uuuu <3 (happy birthday to me)

HIHI ERI!!! HOPE YOU WAKE UP TO A GREAT DAY SINCE IT IS YA BDAY!!!!

I had wild ideas for this since u asked, but I think I found the perfect one AKA the one I drew for you. By the way, why don't I share that drawing?

Birthday surprise - BimboVirus (and BEN)

It was coming the day, Cody knew it, and that made him nervous. What day? His stupid assistant's birthday. Eri was not the brightest person, by far, but she was still one of the closest person he had, though not by his choice, per say.

Cody had thought of multiple things he could do for her. Maybe actually teaching something, but that was gonna probably cause the 5th lab fire this week, and the fire extinguisher was running low already. He also could try preparing something for her, but his skills on the kitchen were not as good as one would expect. He was running low on ideas each minute that passed, until he remembered the person that was most likely able to help, much to his displeasure.

"So... You came here to ask me for help, huh? What will I get in return?" BEN asked, with his arms crossed and a grin on his face.

"Listen here I am not asking for help, I am asking for advice, fucknuts. You are one of the only person who know her good, since you track her phone. What do you think would be a good birthday gift?" Cody was red from embarrassment of just having to ask BEN of all people.

"She is a bimbo, dude. Anyone with more than two braincells can think of a pink dress to give her. Unless..." The elf boy went closer to Cody, nudging him with his elbow "you like her, dontya big guy? I can help plan a party for her if I can have a piece of cake too."

"WHAT NO I DON'T. YEAH SHE IS CUTE AND KINDA ABOVE AVERAGE STANDARDS ON APPEARANCE AND IS ENTERTAINING AND... oh shit I really like her..." Cody had to hide his face in his hands " fine you get a piece of cake, just help me with this shit."

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Eri had gone back to the manor after going out with Nina, Clockwork and Zero to a birthday shopping spree. Though none of the girls shared the same aesthetic, they managed to have fun shopping each time, which always brightened the bimbo girl. She even bought this super adorbs frilly dress that she thought would look good with the lab coat Sir Cody got her.

Talking about it, she needed to get to the lab, she IS Sir Cody's super adorbs assistant, and he probably was having to handle all that brain consuming paper work. It's her birthday, but she needed to work. And maybe Eri really just wanted to be near Cody, but who could say?

When the girl reached the Lab, though, she heard another voice inside. Was Sir Cody doing an experiment on Toby again? No, the voice was different. Sounded like... BEN?

Cody opened the door to find Eri, which lead him on a spiral of thoughts before he mustered. "Finally you're here. I've been waiting for you to show for... Work. All day. I need you to come with your eyes closed. Don't ask questions."

"Oh okay Sir Cody! Did you... Prepare a surprise for little ol' me? Oh sir Cody..." The girl continued to blabber happily with her eyes closed, while Cody carefully guided her to a spot in the lab. He hoped she wouldn't burn everything accidentally this time.

He had to motion for Ben to put stuff at the right place quietly while he guided her to a beautiful cake that Cody bought.

"Can I open my eyes now?"

"Yeah just don't-"

Eri opened her eyes and let an excited happy scream of the lab being totally decorated in pink and with the beautiful pink cake. Omg did sir Cody do all of this for her? Oh and Ben is there too, what is he doing in here?

"... Overreact." Cody sighed "Me and BEN put this little party to you. For your birthday and stuff... And, uh..."

"Oh sir Cody I loved loved it!! Everything looks amazing! Oh i could give you a kiss from how happy I am!!"

Cody almost choked with what she said, and stood his hands up "not necessary."

"Hey, where is my payment for the help, 'Sir Codyyy~'?" BEN mocked, with a shit eating grin. Oh how Cody hated him right now.

"Ugh, fine, I'll cut the cake, let me just do something real quick." Cody, as quickly as he could, gave a kiss to Eri's cheek and but his mask up to hide his blush.

Eri... She was on the clouds and felt as if she was gonna faint from how much blood run to her face. He just... She...

"Dude you are going to kill her this way..."

"Shut the fuck up and get your cake"

"Can I blow the candles first?"

"Oh, uh, sure."

Eri held a deep breath before quickly yelling "I want sir Cody to kiss my cheek again!!" And blowing the candles.

"Oops, I guess now Sir Cody will have to kiss my cheek again..."

"... You have to wish in your head for it to come true, Eri."

Happy bday Eri, love uu/p and hope we will share more BimboVirus content with each other!!!

[omg-hellgirl]

Best Mick Jagger biography(ies) to read? Thanks!

Sorry in advance, but I love chatting about this! I've read four so far and haven't finished Philip Norman's yet, but I would say his without a doubt. Norman has a lot of insight into the music industry and he is particularly good on Mick's early life, which is what I like. He has some eloquent lines that I loved. He seems to describe things a little more impartially*, although in others he seems like a fan.

Christopher P. Andersen painted Jagger much more negatively; I feel that sometimes he narrates more as an opinion than as a fact, and there was virtually no commentary on music itself (there are many of them in Keith's biography and in Norman's book). His first book is from 1993, so it's not up to date, and the 2012 one (Mick: The Wild Life and Mad Genius of Jagger) has some of the defects I mentioned.

Basically, Norman's book is the most thorough and detailed so far for me, so I recommend going with that one first. But I don't discard any of the ones I've already read; they all have a few different details, which is fun to me! I have fun thinking, "Oh, that wasn't in the other book" or "Oh, that's missing something."

When you don't tell your story, someone else will do it for you, and that's what happens with Mick; people are telling his story because he refuses to do it (it's a legitimate decision; he can choose that, but he's been a public figure for over 30 years and a music icon, so... it is what it is).

So yes, someone might come along and say this is all tabloid crap and gossip, but it's not like he's trying to change it. That said, my advice, although not requested, is for you to read, try to draw your own conclusions, and be aware that there are probably inaccuracies. This can be difficult when the authors are biased, and honestly, all these guys are, for better or worse, at least in my opinion. 

The words in these books should not be taken as gospel, not even the autobiographies. Chrissie Shrimpton mentions that Keith Richards was upset when his parents divorced, although he didn't say so in his book. He barely talks about this divorce. He chose not to talk about it in his autobiography.

Another example: Marianne Faithfull said to Hotchner that she talked to Marsha Hunt at some point about Mick, and yet she left it out of her autobiography.

The thing is, even in autobiographies, their central figures can leave out whatever they want, so I don't like it when someone accuses legitimate authors of doing a bad job just because the content has a source other than the person directly involved. 

*In the German book by Willi Winkler about Mick Jagger that I read, as far as I know, there is only one official translation: to Portuguese. This is probably off-limits for you, but it is the shortest biography and the most impartial compared to the others. It's so impartial that it can be a little dry. However, it is very rushed, and there is a huge lack of details. It's more like a summary, which is fine if that's what you're interested in. 

I still have a lot to say (I didn't even properly mention Blown Away! 😩) but I'll stop here, sorry this was so long! Xoxo

[strikersexhaver]

greetings and salutations, hope I don’t bother you too much by sending in such a random ask. may I please have a romantic matchup for bg3?

I use they/them pronouns and I’m pansexual. my myers briggs type is INFJ and my star sign is taurus.

Im about 4’11..not to happy about it. I’m kind of introverted, and can be considered not a people person. I find life a little nihilistic. I’m into dressing in all black (trad, mopey, mall, black-metal, and hippie goth styles mainly, both fem and masc) or and taking a liking to gruesome and morbid things like slashers, analog horror, witchcraft, true crime, necromancy, anatomy, etc. I typically consider myself a "gorehound" ig. I participate in "Vulture Culture"; and I also like to visit abandoned places just for fun, along with playing quite a few escape rooms. I just have a genuine comfort in the uncomfortable.

I’ve come to the conclusion I just scare people off. In reality, I’m intimidated by everyone around me and find it hard to start talking, which may or may not come off as rude to people.

when I become comfortable with someone I start to become really sarcastic and joke around with them with witty banter. most of my humor comes off really insulting, and I’m brutally honest, but I’ll apologize and say it’s a joke or I didn’t mean it if it becomes a problem. even though I do have a hard time understanding social cues.

lots of people don’t like me or stay away from me because of my rude behavior. I’m not good with overly sensitive or overly annoying people at all because of that, and I can’t stand kids. Idiocy can get on my nerves too sometimes. I’m a huge animal person though, and I own four guinea pigs that I protect with my life. I have my moments where I can get really feisty, or very quiet and closed off. I’ve been told I’m also a laidback person. I’ve also been told I never know when to quit, and I find I hold grudges for certain things. It’s not as common now but I used to get called a vampire by other kids when I was younger since I had oddly pointy canine teeth. I find it funny, seeing how I am today. I also have an inside joke with my family where they call me "Irl Daria" which I find funny.

I’m the type of person that has lots of opinions on things but I keep them to myself and bottle them up. If pushed far enough I’ll become unforgiving, and aggressive. especially with the types mentioned above.

I find the most comfort in just being in my room drawing, listening to music ( the cure, pierce the veil, deftones, soad, cannibal corpse, slipknot, rob zombie,,,, sometimes radiohead, insane clown posse, jazmin bean or mother mother, etc. ), or even occasionally playing video games, reading, writing, or talking about a random conspiracy theory I have. I do acting in my spare time as a small hobby too, and I’m learning how to play electric guitar. I also work as a scare actor.

I’m a plushie maniac and when I fall asleep you can always see me cuddled up to one of them. I find it because I’m really touch starved. I also have this specific blanket I can literally not sleep without. Im also a caffeine addict, and I’m guilty of being very submissive and maybe even masochistic- and a bit of a pyromaniac. I dissociate or daydream a lot, so you can often catch me starring.

I suffer from a handful off mental and physical syndromes like asd, insomnia, asthma, depression and anxiety. These have all been diagnosed professionally, and I’m definitely not trying to make myself "quirky". unfortunately health problems run in my family.

I’m very fidgety, and often bite the inside of my cheek or bounce my leg rapidly. you don’t need to rocmantasize this stuff ofc, but I think it’s good to know so the person can tolerate me.

you do get to this, thanks for your time and feel free to shoot me a request in return. <3

I pair you with…

Shadowheart 🖤

You two both have a similar style, albeit her’s isn’t traditionally gothic. It’s definitely in some ways alternative.

Granted, it’s probably due to the fact people of Shar’s embrace enjoy a darker style in order to represent her.

She also understands the idea of being more quiet and on your own lonesome, she too indulges in that pleasure.

It’s something she’d probably enjoy having with you. Quiet sweet moments in the dark or- well anywhere.

She also prefers straightforwardness than anything to get to the point quicker.

Life is a ticking time bomb with the tadpole after all.

Animals are something she loves too, sure she dislikes some- but she has shown to embrace nature’s gifts. Which include- animals.

She’d honestly offer to watch your guinea pigs if you happen to be busy on occasions. Probably further down the line however.

Shadowheart has a poor past, she suffers from as well. Depression alongside anxiety is something she too faces, she can sympathize with your pain.

Albeit even if you dislike kids and she doesn’t as long as you two can see eye to eye on goodness for children it’ll be fine.

[watmels]

Shiratorizawa’s Spy (Reflection)

I made the first panels of my comic Shiratorizawa’s Spy in January 2022 on a whim, based on doodle requests from my Instagram Story. I didn’t think it would turn into a big project that would take over a year, but I’m glad it did! To finally wrap this all up, I wanted to organize my thoughts about my experience making the series.

🌞 Highlights ━━━━

Shiratorizawa’s Spy-noff + Shiratorizawa’s Spy-noff 2

It was incredible to see art and writing that others created based on the series. I was especially wowed at how several writers were able to capture what I wanted to convey. To see it written out... it’s unreal!

Comic style

I’m really thankful that I drew/colored the initial panels roughly, because this style let me work quickly. If it was full color / rendered... I probably would have burnt out.

Crowd-sourcing ideas

Many plot points and even the character Goshiki Toshiki came from my followers 🙌🏻

Reading comments

This was sooo motivating. Knowing that I made people laugh, or that people felt conflicted because of Oikawa... It made me happy that my work could touch people like that! 🥺

🌚 Lowlights ━━━━

Lack of Seijoh bonding

I totally understand how readers would feel that Oikawa should have stayed at Shiratorizawa in the end, because most of the comic illustrated his relationships there... I should have drawn more interactions between Oikawa and the Seijoh team to build a stronger sense of belonging. I really wish I had introduced Matsukawa and Hanamaki in the beginning. And I probably could have expanded on the Seijoh captain, but I was reluctant to make decisions about that guy...

Losing track of the timeline

I had a bit of a meltdown when I realized InterHigh was quickly approaching in the storyline.

Discovering again that Oikawa has an Android phone in canon

I forgot about this and gave him an iPhone. When I found out again, I was unwilling to change it midway... I don’t stress about this that much though haha

📝 Lessons about making comics ━━━━

Plan ahead

It’s fun to make spontaneous filler episodes, but it’s important to remember the timeline! After my meltdown, I carefully planned the rest of the story. I’m glad I had an outline of each part towards the end.

Comic boxes

I initially drew a new box for each panel. Later, I changed to duplicating & rotating the same box for most panels. This saved a lot of time.

Procreate stuff

My process for making the comic was to duplicate a previous file, keep a few things (series title, some boxes, my signature) and create the new part.

I wish I knew earlier to TURN OFF THE PROCESS RECORDING! As time went on, my files loaded so slowly... eventually I realized it’s because every file was bigger than the last, with ever-increasing video info 💀 thankfully you can purge the time-lapse recordings.

Text

I came to this conclusion before SS, but still wanted to mention it. I much prefer typing text over handwriting it when creating a comic. It saves time, it’s easier to edit, and it’s more legible for readers!

And... that’s it! Shiratorizawa’s Spy is my magnum opus...

✈️ Now some personal updates ━━━━

This year I’ve been making some life changes and want to make even bigger ones. So it works out well that I was able to end Shiratorizawa’s Spy at this time. Next week, I’ll be moving into a friend’s apartment for a few months.

After that, I really hope to move internationally to South Korea for... an unknown amount of time. I am thinking about quitting my job. I’m grateful for my opportunities and experiences thus far, but I feel lost as an adult... I don’t know what I want to do except that I want to try living in another country. I had an amazing vacation in Korea last year, so I think I’ll start there. I’m really anxious because I don’t speak the language though.

I have so much to learn about personal finance, fitness, beauty, growing as a person, etc. I still want to draw and post occasionally, because art is my first love and passion 💖  but not sure about the frequency.

👋🏻 Anyway ━━━━

Was reading Shiratorizawa’s Spy fun? Like, about as fun as buying a coffee from a shop or seeing a movie in a theatre? If so, I would really appreciate a tip on Ko-Fi. How else could a comic artist make money — maybe mostly drawing through Patreon...? 🤔

Thank you for following me through all this. I hope it was interesting!