#I have the sketch for Foolish done

[lilliancdoodles]

More merfolk designs from me :) I had the idea that Cellbit had fin rot when he was captured and.... I drew three different Cellbits. I planned to have Foolish, Tubbo, and Sunny done soon, but Cellbit fin rot consumed my brain. I now know more about betta fish and fin rot than I ever thought I would need in my life.

(From Life is like the ocean, it goes up and down by @tastytoastz)

Design notes below the cut!

Before capture: - He has a bit less stubble cause i imagine he was a bit younger - The tail color is green like his main jacket - Hair is all brown cause he hasn't had the traumas yet

Fin Rot: - Hair is starting to turn white cause of the traumas - Sail and tail have fin rot. A combination of the fights and bad tank conditions have led to the decay in fins. - Color is a muted green cause of the poor water (ig?) - Scars from various fights. - They're hard to see but I did give him two bite scars. One on the right, directly above the fin, the other is below the hips in the center. Other scars are on his face, chest, back , side and tail. - I think the scar on the back of the tail came from a mer dragging him down and grabbing him by the tail to do so. - Scar on the sides was a mer grabbing him from behind, dug in and pulled. - Others i imagine are just scratches, for better or worse.

After capture: - Scars have actually scarred over and are a bit smaller, and not as red. - Betta fins and colors are able to change over time and the course of their life. I didn't really want the twins to be the 'Christmas twins' with the tail colors, so I took from the 'Taking inspiration from Cell's fed outfit', (though im not sure if that was just for the tail colors or the whole current design....) The color comes from his Federation goggles. (If you have a better color Toast please let me know) - The damage to Cell's tail was too much to heal completely after the rescue plus the time it took to actually be able to treat him for it, so it didn't grow back fully. - Hair streak is completely white, cause traumas have happened.

#qsmp #qsmp cellbit #qsmp fanart #qsmp au #LCDoodles #Toast as always if you have other ideas PLEASE let me know #I have the sketch for Foolish done #Need to do Tubbo and Sunny BUT THEY ARE ON THE WAY #Then I think I want to do that kids playing scene cause that's adorable #or them watching the movie

[cheesecrisp]

Art Dump

#qsmp #foolish #leonarda #etoiles #richarlyson #dapper #pomme #arts #various sketches/WIPs/Ect I didn't feel deserved their own post #the leo didn't come out well idk what happened w/ etoiles cause it was nearly done n the last one just didn't have enough goin on w/ it

[utterlyotterlyx]

Hiii <3 Could you do number 4 from the prompt list with Eris? It's my first time asking for a prompt or anything so i hope this isn't rude. 😅

Aw my loveeeee it isn't rude! Request your little heart out <3

I've already done 4 but I'll do it again for you with a different spin on it.

Can't Keep My Hands To Myself

Modern!Eris x Reader

Summary - It's no secret that Eris has always wanted you, and now he has the perfect excuse to get up close and personal.

Warnings - slight pining, some fluff, swearing, hand fetish

The sun bounced off of the hood of Cassian's car, and if you looked closer you could have sworn you could see wisps of steam rising from the matte black finish.

Folding your arms over your chest, you huffed, already knowing what was coming as soon as you'd point out a certain problem.

It had been Elain's idea to go to the coast that day, mainly so that you could all go to the theme park that ran along the beach, all being yourself, Elain and Lucien, Nesta and Cassian, and Eris. The latter of which was leaning against the hood of Cassian's vehicle with a sly grin written on his lips, sunglasses low on his nose, and hands bundled into his pockets.

Eris Vanserra was the bane of your existence, the cocky son of some noble lord in England who had moved to your state for college and had set an unfortunate eye on you. The heir could have anyone he wanted, but he was too busy chasing you to notice.

Eris had crashed one too many of your dates, and when you had made it clear that he needed to stop being an alphahole, he would slyly quip that none of the men you allowed into your life deserved you. He would always show his face at Elain and Lucien's apartment when you were there, which made you certain that one of them, probably Lucien, was sending him updates whenever you would show up. Eris stuck to your side when the entire circle decided to go out, whether that be bowling or dinner, or even clubbing, Eris was always reluctant to leave your side.

Possessive bastard.

You had lost count of how many times exactly you had denied his advances. It wasn't that you weren't attracted to him, you'd be foolish not to be, but you didn't really fancy ensuing a relationship with a future lord, you quite liked your life the way it was.

You majored in architecture, you had always appreciated the beauty of buildings and landscapes, you had travelled Europe and spent weeks in Paris where you sketched and redesigned buildings until your heart was full and bursting with inspiration. There was nothing you couldn't create.

Life as a lady didn't appeal to you, but life as an architect travelling the world and creating masterpieces very much did.

So, you made it your mission to deter the heir in whatever way you could, from cold shoulders to harsh quips, but it only seemed to spur him on more.

Eris stood before you, red hair perfectly styled into pushed back waves, looking far too good in his black jeans and open collared black shirt, a thin chain hung around his neck which matched the bracelet on his wrist, rings littered his fingers and you found your gaze drifting to his hands, hands you had thought about often when you were alone. You imagined them running through your hair and pulling at it, you imagined them around your throat, you imagined his fingers drifting along your thighs and gripping the skin there.

It was so sinful how much you thought of Eris' hands.

The door opened behind you and you rolled your eyes at the Archeron sisters who walked ahead of both Cassian and Lucien, who both looked exhausted from their bickering already.

Unfurling your arms from your chest, you pulled down the edge of your tennis skirt and tucked in a loose section of the deep green polo you adorned, "About time," you told them, "I'm baking out here."

"I know a place that could cool you down," Eris drawled from behind you, and you turned your head slightly to see him at your shoulder, looking down on you with his usual longingly seductive eye, "You, me, the Swiss alps on skis."

"Sounds positively awful," you smiled sickly sweet at him before moving your attention elsewhere, "I also hate to state the obvious but there are only five seats in Cass' car, and there's six of us," you motioned between the circle you had all formed and shrugged.

"What if you-"

You held your hand up in front of Eris' face, shushing him into silence, "If you're really about to suggest that I sit on your lap, I will kill you."

Cassian threw his head back and laughed, a howling one that filled you with pride as he walked to the driver side of his car, "Hate to break it to you Princess, but you don't have a choice."

"Why me?! Surely it makes more sense for Elain and Lucien to cuddle up?"

Elain ticked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, flinging the passenger door open, "It's my birthday so no, plus Lucien injured his knee at baseball practice so he needs to be able to stretch it out. Sorry, Y/N," Elain wiggled her eyebrows at you and dipped into the car, no doubt securing her spot in the middle seat.

Scowling, you turned to Eris who had never looked happier, fluttering your eyes in annoyance, you pointed at him, "Don't get any ideas, Vanserra."

Eris threw his hands up in mock surrender but the smirk didn't leave his lips as he spoke, "Wouldn't dream of it, y/l/n."

It took you a few moments to become settled in his lap, and you cursed yourself for allowing yourself to be friends with bright and shiny Elain, if you hadn't then you wouldn't be sat on some heirs lap, nestled on his thighs like some kind of trophy.

As soon as you were comfortable, you propped your feet on Elain's lap which she was happy to hold since you drew the short straw, and you leaned back onto the doorframe, half on the body of the interior and half on Eris.

His scent was earthy, wafts of pine and freshly blown out matches, you knew he smelled good, but you didn't realise how much.

Eris draped one of his arms over your legs and the other around your waist, and you couldn't exactly bark at him to fuck off when they were the only two places that his hands could go. His fingers delicately danged off of your thighs, his fingertips lightly brushing against your skin with every bump in the road, the coolness of his bracelet clashing against the warmth of your skin.

If only his fingers could go a little higher, and just grab the flesh of your thigh...

No, y/n.

Elain had convinced the car to play a game, a game that you and Eris had quickly denied, you were both quite happy with the silence. That is until you felt him frown and lean over slightly to peer at something, his fingers drifted along the hem of your skirt and he lifted it slightly to take a peek.

Your gaze found him, his russet eyes darkened with intrigue, "I didn't know you had a tattoo," he hummed, allowing his eyes to trace along the swirls of black ink that created an arrangement of delicately drawn roses and geometric shapes that encased your entire hip.

Cassian's car hit a bump and you jolted on Eris' lap, his arms instinctively wrapped around you to keep you in place as your head hit the roof of the car, "Sorry, y/n. These roads are awful," Cassian apologised, one hand on the wheel and the other gripping Nesta's jeaned thigh, rubbing soft circles into the fabric whilst she idly read her book in the front passenger seat.

If that were you, your soul would no doubt be going feral.

Then you felt it, you felt his had travel from your waist to your unbound hair, he ran his fingertips along your scalp and rested his palm on the top of your head, "Are you okay?"

It took you a moment to reply, trying to control the shivers that spread in your soul like wildfire at his touch in the place you had dreamt of, "Yeah, 'm good," your tone was relaxed as he worked his fingertips into the crown of your head, kissing away any pain from the jolting force that had pushed against it.

"Do you like that?" Eris purred, and luckily no one was paying attention to either of you, Nesta was reading, Cassian was driving, and Elain and Lucien were looking out of the window of the travelling car talking about whatever animals they saw in the clouds.

"It might feel nice," you admitted bashfully, knowing you couldn't lie to the sly fox whose eyes always found you no matter how far apart you were in a room.

Eris let out a low hum, tilting his head to the side as his fingers slid from your scalp and rested on the back of your neck, "You're a touch starved little thing, aren't you?"

"No," it came out a little harder than what you had intended it to, but he wasn't wrong, especially when he was the reason that you were so touch starved and basking in his affection.

Eris chuckled, seeing straight through you as always, as his hand ghosted down your spine whilst his other found your thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze, smirking as you wiggled on his lap, "Careful sweetheart, you have no idea how close I am to losing it," his voice was a rough whisper in your ear, he knew exactly what effect he had on you.

"I can't help it."

"I know, you have no idea the effect you have on me," his finger grazed down the earring that dangled against the curve of your jaw.

"Oh?"

Eris hummed, "One date, y/n. It's all I ask."

"Eris..."

His digits slipped between your thighs and he traced circles into the skin he found there, "Just one. Let me show you the life we can live together. Please?"

You weren't sure if it was his deep tone or his hands on your body that made your mind foggy, but he had convinced your head and heart to agree. Moving your head to meet his eye, you narrowed your own and pursed your lips, "Fine. One date. Make it worth my time, Vanserra."

Eris' whisky amber eyes glistened in the sunlight, "I think you forget how well I know you sweetheart. You're not a coffee date girl, or a movie date girl, you're not a hiker either. You're a dreamer, I see you all of the time looking at the stars, I see the heavens in your art, I see the sky in your eyes. I think I know the perfect way to make sure you never entertain anyone other than me."

The confidence he radiated made your thighs clench together, an act that didn't go unnoticed by him as his eyes darkened again with desire, he licked his lips, throwing his head back as you squirmed on his thighs again and did his best to suppress the moan bubbling in his throat.

"One chance, Vanserra. Make the most of it."

Eris straightened his posture and winked at you, letting his hands roam freely over your back and thighs, "One chance is all I need."

Authors Note

Just a short little drabble - I did a 13 hour shift today and your girl is TIRED.

#acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar imagine #maasverse #fanfiction #imagine #eris fluff #eris imagine #eris vanserra #eris acotar #eris x reader #eris x y/n #eris x you #eris vandaddy #cassian #nesta #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #acotar oneshot #acotar drabble #acotar x you #acotar x y/n #acotar modern au

[lowkeyrobin]

MCYT with artist reader and like R makes them art all the time weather it's using them as an art reference and having a bunch of doodles of them, or painting full portraits of them, or like painting pictures of their pets🪩🩷🥹🛸

ooooo I'm an artsy weirdo so here you go!!! thanks for the request ; also this is the day I figure out the ufo emoji existed

MCYT ; artsy reader

includes ; tommyinnit, tubbo, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu, quackity, & foolish gamers

warnings ; language

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

bro u got a whole sketchbook dedicated to doodles of him and his character versions in mc smps (dsmp, osmp, etc)

you love painting him in watercolors 🫶🫶

you made him a watercolor portrait thing with the HTBAB logo behind him, freddie & jack

he treasures the art you give him

literally frames it and hangs it on the wall or puts it on the shelves in his office

sometimes he'll take a picture of them and posts them w ur consent to show off your talent

"look what y/n made me 🫶" or "now wtf why can't I have this kind of talent?"

will chill out with you while you're drawing/painting etc

you go over to his parents house ONCE and make a family portrait + the dogs for them

that painting hangs above their fireplace, his parents look at it everyday

he does little drawing competitions with you on stream just to bond with you a bit and make you laugh

like the "we go back to school" video, the paint gets everywhere because of him LMAO

will straight up show off your sketchbooks on stream too

TUBBO

absolutely loves that you draw him

and the fact you have so much q!tubbo and sunny fanart 💔💔

he hangs all the physical art up around his house

you made a little oil pastel portrait of you two with tommy, freddie & molly under you like they were your kids 😭🙏

it hangs in a frame in his background so everyone watching stream can see it

he absolutely loves your character designs and your art style/s

you straight up animated the life by the sea music video as a little present for his birthday

took 5 months but you got it done 💪💪

genuinley rewatches it a million times

he posted it to his YouTube as well to show off your talent

adores watching you draw/paint in silence

and he loves posing for you to help you get a good reference

beware cause he'll start complaining after 30 seconds

RANBOO

absolutely loves showing off your art and praising you for it

you've made them so much genloss fanart

you even made them a few channel banners, especially after the rebrand (and they will never change them ever again omg)

gives you a bunch of ideas for drawing

you love drawing the lanky d!ranboo and gl!ran especially w the mask and wide arrangement of wires and stuff

you made a textured painting of genloss!ranboo and it sits on one of the shelves in his office

he's obsessed with touching it and feeling the paint

its like feeling the hours of work you put into it, something just for them

also loves posing for you

they will get so extravagant and unique with it LMAO

FREDDIE BADLINU

anything you make for him is a treasure

you made a little portrait of him and his closest friends, and it hangs on his bedroom wall where he can see it constantly

shows off your art and totally praises you for it

does silly poses for you to reference

you've made him a couple screensavers and stream starting soon pages

he absolutely loves your color pallettes good god

Freddie in acrylic paint>>>>>

"guys look at what my amazing partner made me today 🫶❤️"

sends you links to Instagram shorts or whatever to little crafts/ideas if you're having artist block

he finds a notebook full of sketches and random blurbs of/about him when you get bored and shit and have nothing better to do

absolutely head over heels because the fact you spend so much time making art of/for him, omg

if you bleach-paint shirts yk damn well he's wearing whatever you made him 24/7

NIKI NIHACHU

absolutely loves your character designs for her characters, they're all so unique and different and she loves it

your designs of osmp!niki are her favorite, considering she's literally a mermaid

the art you make with all her tattoos and piercings>>> omg

either totally adorable or totally badass

"more biker! niki bc she needs to learn how to bike rn... @/nikinihachu"

"amazing as always y/n/n 🫶 maybe I will..."

loves just quietly watching you do your thing

her and watercolor paints will never not be perfect

you make a whole mural for her because you got bored...

it's an abstract kind of goth-ish mermaid kinda thing on one of her office walls, and 'nihachu' spread across it in white, kinda cursive lettering, it's amazing

always making silly little doodles of her too

ALEX QUACKITY

cant even comprehend how talented you are

he always sees you drawing him and painting him and he's like "bro go touch grass u spend too much time thinking about me"

you also made a textured painting for Tiger

it's his prized possession, he loves it to much

almost broke down and cried when you gave it to him

loves looking at all the little doodles, drawings and character designs

his favorites are the ones of him with dynamic arm poses, even if you think they're bad

he thinks it adds a lot more personality and makes him look better LMAO

he loves and appreciates that you spend so much time on something about/for him, and so often as well

he looks so good in gouche paints that's all I'm saying

and in a kinda graffiti style as well omg

FOOLISH GAMERS

absolutely adores all the art you make of him

he'll even pose so you can get references and shit LMAO

him and watercolor paints... lord

AND COLORED PENCILS

any painting you've made for him is hung up on the wall

loves seeing your character designs for his dsmp/qsmp etc characters

he also shows them off online and points out all the cool things you've added and shit

even if it's just simple doodles of him, you'll add a splash of color w a marker or highlighter and he thinks it looks so awesome

you have post it notes all over your wall thatre just doodles of him and shit

you painted his shark logo on a giant canvas for him for a YouTube video

like 59 hours later you completed it and gave it to him as a birthday gift

he doesn't shut up about it after that

literally brags about it like he's a 15yo who just got a girlfriend for the first time before all his other friends

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #tommyinnit x reader #quackity x reader #ranboo x reader #badlinu x reader #tubbo x reader #freddie badlinu x reader #foolish gamers x reader #niki nihachu x reader #nihachu x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #they/them reader

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Drawn Together 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, obsession, intimidation, and other dark elements.

Character: Steve Rogers

Summary: You get a tattoo on an impulse to break your routine, but you walk away with something else as permanent as the ink.

I saw this and had to

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You are not a rebel. You are clean cut. You live within very precise boundaries. Minimizing every part of yourself to evade notice. Rules are not meant to be broken, despite that old cliche.

That is until that day. It's foolish, you know it. That voice in the back of your head repeats your foreboding. You know you can't go back. There isn't a magic eraser for this one.

Shut up.

You're over it. Over yourself. Over your boring life. You've never done one fun thing for just yourself. It's always been what has to be done. What must be done. You're thirty years old and you don't even know if you understand the concept of 'fun'.

You sit on the leather bench. Nervous and shaky as hell. There's still time to change your mind. You can take your deposit and go, with clean untainted skin.

No! You're not going to chicken out this time. You want one memory that doesn't end in you tucking tail and running.

"Do you like the sketch?" Sam, your assigned artist asks.

You glance over at him as he pulls on a pair of black gloves, his gun laid out and sterilised. You peek at the open sketchbook, the drawing of a simple red poppy outlined in black with a thick spiraled green stem. Nothing too big or extravagant, easy to hide. If your mother or father ever saw that, you would be excommunicated.

"I love it," your voice quavers and you clear your throat, "I'm sorry, I'm just a little anxious."

"That's fine. First time, right?"

"Uh, yeah, I don't even have piercings," you give a brittle chuckle, "I'm not really the adventurous type."

"I'm sure you are in your own way," he grins, a look that calms you. "So, we still set on ankle?"

"Um, yeah, I think that's good."

"As good a starting place as any. Glad I talked you off the ribs. Those are tender."

"Just an idea," you breathe, "I don't know much about these things."

"Not to worry, you're in good hands," he winks, "you can just relax," he rolls his stool to the foot of the bench, "and pop your leg up here."

"Right," you gulp down another chest full of air and follow his direction, "that's it?"

"And keep still. Tell me if you need a break. The pains a bit much at times so don't be afraid to speak up."

"Okay, sounds good," you try to settle in but your blood feels thick and your vision speckles with silver. Oh god, you're really going to do this.

"Don't hold your breath," he says, "really, I don't like my canvases passing out."

"Sorry."

"It's okay, you want something to drink before we start?"

"No, I'm good."

"Awesome," he says and grabs his gun, double checking the tip before moving back to your ankle. "Alright, I'll count down so you're not too surprised."

"Thanks," you fold your hands over your stomach as he positions your leg and bends forward.

He counts from three and you focus on not moving at the first stab of pain. Don't be a weak bitch. You grit your teeth and let out your breath as the gun buzzes loudly. The pain keeps a steady sear in your skin but you slowly get used to the sensation.

As he works, your eyes wander along the dark red walls and the artwork hanging all around. Tattoos in colour and black and white. The schematics of a tattoo gun. A falcon crest wrought in brass.

You hear the door open and the smoky voice of the other artist, Nat greets the newcomer you can't see past the pillar. The response is a deep, rocky timbre. You can only imagine the inked up brute behind it.

"Always with the notes," you hear a paper crinkle, "I'm the artist here, Rogers."

"Hey, I'm an artist too," the man counters lightly.

You peek over as the redhead woman appears on the other side of the pillar and guides her client through to her open workspace. An open curtain drapes against the wall at the other end of the shop. She sets down the page and tuts as she looks it over.

The man slides off a pair of dark sunglasses, black lenses with golden frames. He slips them into the pocket of his denim jacket and tugs at the sleeves. Their actions seem to be routine and you can see why. His arms are covered from wrist to shoulder in ink, a few smaller tattoos on his knuckles. Now you really feel out of place. 

"Sam, what's up?" The other client calls over as he hangs the denim on the coat rack.

"What's it look like, Steve?" Sam says, his eyes not leaving your ankle.

You take in the interaction silently. You're a stranger among the usuals. The poser getting their taste of artificial danger. Your ankle tweaks and you smother a grunt between your teeth. The noise catches the blue eyes of the man, Steve.

You quickly avert your eyes back to Sam and knot your fingers together. Steve's shadow moves away. The artist at your bench hardly seems bothered but gives a shake of his head.

"You want the curtain?" Natasha asks as she approaches the black drapes.

"Nah, you know I don't care."

Your eyes flick up as the man peels off his tank top. Wow. You blink rapidly and make yourself act normal. 

He lowers himself onto the leather seat as Natasha takes out her tools and starts sterilising. You once more force your attention back to Sam's careful work. It's going to take a while.

"You good?" He asks as he glances over, lifting the gun from your skin.

"Great," you murmur in an airy voice.

"Still nervous?"

"No, actually, kinda excited," you try not to speak too loud, overly mindful of the other client in the shop.

"Good," he hunches again and you suck in as he put the needle back to your skin. "So, what do you do? When you're not getting sick tats, that is?"

"Um, I, er, I teach. Music lessons."

"Music, huh? You seem like… the drummer type."

"Piano," you correct him, "I can carry a beat–" you pause to check the pain in your voice, "but I mostly teach piano."

"Classy," he remarks, "so, a poppy, any particular meaning to that?"

"Er, no, uh," you rub your neck nervously but make yourself quit moving, "it's my favourite flower."

"Pretty sombre fave but I get it," he remarks.

"Yeah, I guess…"

Your attention is drawn at the soft slap of skin and the rattle of metal. You look up as Steve retracts his hand and Natasha points at him with a sharp nail, "this is a sterile workspace."

He chuckles at her irritation and shows his palms before he sits back. He rolls his shoulders as he leans casually and twiddle his fingers against his jeans. Once more, your eyes meet and his mouth slants slightly. You gulp and look down again.

"So, any ideas for a second piece?" Sam asks.

"I think I'm gonna stick with one."

"Not gonna get a full bouquet?" He wonders.

"Not yet."

"Better get cozy, Rogers," Natasha says.

You look up as she sprays shaving foam onto his chest.

"You know this is my second home," he teases as he relaxes and she spreads the cream.

"Don't remind me," she grumbles as she takes a razor.

You tear away from your distraction once more. Gosh, it is painful. You don't know how people end up like him. Your tiny little flower will be more than enough for you.

You close your eyes and groan. Sam rests his hand on your calf. He squeezes as he pauses again.

"Need a break."

"No, keep going," you puff out.

You grip the side of the leather bench and bite down. You've always been a big baby. You bat away the gloss of tears threatening to confirm that and take another breath.

The subtle creak of leather pulls your gaze back across the room. Steve leans slightly around to see you past Nat as she shaves one side of his chest. You grimace and hide beneath your lashes.

Why is he looking at you like that? It must be amusing, someone like you in a place like that. Now you know this is definitely a mistake.

#steve rogers #dark steve rogers #dark!steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #drabble series #mcu #marvel #captain america #sam wilson #natasha romanov #au #tattoo au

[comfymoth]

Have you done any foolish and vegetta? Maybe with a bit of Leo?? Pretty please 🥺

i think this changed in breaking dawn, but my original concept for fooligetta was to have them be a pair of old money (ha) vampires, so here’s a little sketch of that!

#qsmp #qsmp monster au

[crimsonedquill]

How they act in front of their crush (Hogwarts Legacy)

Poppy Sweeting 🦡

It’s not out of character for her to freeze up in the presence of other people, but this is different. Sweaty palms, glowing cheeks, stumbling over her words; it’s like she’s coming down with a bout of the flu.

Beasts trivia is the only topic she can discuss without immediately getting tongue-tied, so she mostly sticks to that for conversation fodder. Will spend a suspicious amount of time talking about mating rituals.

“Did you know that Fwoopers seduce each other with particular mating calls?” *imitates bird noises*

She tries dropping a lot of hints in the form of beast metaphors, but gets increasingly depressed when they fail to notice them. How do they not understand what she meant by Hippogriff love dances?

Natsai Onai 🦁

She doesn’t really get flustered, but she will start acting excessively nice and helpful (one oddity is that the ground suddenly seems to be littered with lost things)

“I believe you dropped this” *smiles whilst pulling out a random quill they have never seen before*

Of course her mother catches on. She will make sure they sit apart during her classes and she’ll call them to attention the minute she sees them even looking at each other, but that doesn’t stop her daughter from trying.

She loves sketching them on random pieces of parchment during other classes. Capturing their features in ink is almost therapeutic to her, allowing her to carry them with her even when they’re not physically present.

Imelda Reyes 🐍

Crushes? Pft. She doesn’t have time for them. It’s absolutely not like she loves the challenge or anything.

She’ll make them sweat buckets just like anyone else during Quidditch training, but in a way that suggests some obvious sexual tension.

“You need a tighter grip on that bat, like this” *aggressively squeezes their club wishing it was her throat*

She likes it when they don’t give in right away. Flirty looks, suggestive comments; she’ll just push them far enough until they finally break and she can devour them whole.

Ominis Gaunt 🐍

He’s usually very skilled at navigating via wand, which makes it all the more odd that he’s constantly brushing up too close against them.

“Pardon, how foolish of me” *bumps into them despite practically having the entire room to himself*

You might call him a bit of an old-fashioned romantic, so he ends up spending a lot of time writing poetry to express his feelings. Finding the right words to describe the way their voice makes him feel is the best way to enhance his ‘experience’ of them.

Sometimes, he just likes to hang back and listen to their conversations with others; he loves the sound of their laughter. (The added benefit being that he might pick up on any hints of mutual interest.)

Sebastian Sallow 🐍

Will definitely try to impress them with reckless stunts or some ominous-sounding incantation he found in an obscure book in the Restricted Section.

“Hey, watch this” *accidentally summons a demon from hell*

He won’t waste any opportunity to show off in their presence, especially during duels. Leander Prewett should be happy he isn’t a stain on the wall of the Defence Against the Dark classroom by the time he’s done.

His urge to act all macho mostly stems from a place of insecurity. Even though he doesn’t admit to it openly, he’s constantly fretting if he’s good enough for them.

Amit Thakkar 🦅

Of course, our good Ravenclaw boy wouldn’t engage in any unbecoming behaviour that would jeopardise his studies.

That said, making an extra effort to help out a fellow classmate doesn’t really count, does it?

“Allow me to help you with that” *blushes heavily when their hands touch as he’s adjusting their telescope*

Is definitely the type to do extensive research on their likes and preferences. Keeps a notebook on the things they do after school and their favourite classes to have a topic of conversation in case he has a chance to talk to them.

#hogwarts legacy #harry potter #poppy sweeting #natsai onai #imelda reyes #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #amit thakkar #hogwarts legacy headcanons

[aachria]

sup….. uhm…. So I get it… I’m so cringe in a not cash money way but idc atp I love Ed too much

(Playing around with the colours like I’ve never done this type of shit b4)

Also like I got the base sketch off of Pinterest cus I hate anatomy and they have defo never worn any of these b4 but whooooo carreeeeeeeessssss lol

From, some rando who really likes Ed

Ps, can I marry Jonah???

Excuse me that’s very cash money.

I’m slowly but surely forcing anatomy down my own throat, we be making progress. I’ve been doing so fucking much drawing these past two weeks and PRECISELY NONE OF IT WAS FOR SSSBMTY. So that was a little foolish but like also goddamn… I be artin……

I mean you can sure fucken try.

#sssbmty #one piece #one piece ocs

[fabseg-reader]

Miraculous AU: Yandere Twins Au - Amenath/Nathalie and Amélie (Yandere Amélie)

I've imagined a scene between Nathalie and Amélie. I thought about a fan-concept about Amélie, Felix's mother, being a Yandere.

It happens in an AU. In this AU, Amelie is lovesick of Nathalie.

There are two versions: the minicomic (up) and the fanfic (bottom).

The sketch art and the story (below) are mature: they contain bondage, undressing, sensuality moment, drug mention and toxic yuri (not really consent).

The story:

When Nathalie begins to wake up, a familiar and feminine voice calls her.

???: Already awaken, Nathalie ?

Nathalie: Huh ? Émilie ?

???: Nearly. But not really. Watch by yourself.

Nathalie opens her eyes and she sees Amélie who is smiling in front of her. The blonde woman is dressed in lingerie, wears a rabbit-themed headband, black gloves and latex boots and holds a whip.

Nathalie recognizes her own whip. She held that when she was an treasure huntress/archeologist.

The bed (it's Nathalie's bed) is covered of special decorations: pink flowers, roses, flower petals and red and pink heart papers.

Nathalie feels uncomfortable about the situation: she understands she has her arms and legs get tied/roped or handcuffed. She realizes too she is just dressed in lingerie too (and she has an exotic flower at her right ear).

Amélie feel happy when Nathalie looks at her.

Amélie: Did you sleep well, Sleeping Beauty ?

Nathalie feels confused. She has a bit of sensation of spinning (hangover ?).

She remembers she had suddenly fallen into sleep after drinking a cup of tea Amélie had offered to her while the two women were sitting at the garden. The last thing Nathalie had seen before was Amélie held her in her arms. The aristocrat woman expressed to her a malicious smile before the black out.

Now, she understands Amélie drugged her. She wants explanations.

Nathalie: What the hell happened to me, Mrs. Graham ? And what have you done to me ?!

Amélie: I just take care of you, this evening.

Nathalie: What is this madness ?

Amélie: I won't talk about madness when I can talk about love.

Nathalie (disturbed): Love ?

Amélie giggles. She moves her left hand and caresses the Nathalie's cheek. When she puts back the hand on her own cheek, she suddenly becomes exalted.

Amélie: Yes. I love you, Nathalie. I'm in love with you since 15 years. ❤

These words astonish Nathalie causing her to blush. 😳

Amélie: During a long part of my life, I searched the perfect lover and I've found you: Nathalie Sancoeur, my perfect wife. Colt was a foolish guy and he was too disgraceful for me. A true monster. I needed a plan to destroy him once and all. And save my Felix too.

Nathalie(worried): You murdered... your husband ?! 😮

Amélie: Just self-defense. But Gabriel was a fool and a monster too. I'm glad my son and my nephew can make their happiness.

Nathalie still remembers Gabriel was Monarch the Butterfly supervillain. He became obsessed about Miraculouses he lost his humanity. After being healed from her magic disease, she has resignately accepted to keep the secret away from Adrien (alongside with Ladybug).

Nathalie: Do you plan to eliminate me ?

Amélie giggles.

Amélie: No. No. I can't do it to you, Nathalie. I said I love you too much. ❤

Nathalie: And your son Felix ?

Amélie: I am sure my beloved son and his girlfriend Kagami will accept you and my good Adrien plus his girlfriend in the new family I want to compose.

Nathalie: And why me, Mrs. Graham ?

Amélie: Because You look too sweethearted, Nathalie. ❤

Nathalie blushes about Amélie's words but she still troubled. The first thought the bodyguard woman has is: To reason Mrs. Graham de Vanily to free her.

Confident about her escape plan, she begins to play her game.

Nathalie (feigning to be polite): Can you loosen my ties, Mistress Graham ? Please ? 🌼

Amelie laughs.

Amélie: Sorry, Nathalie. But I can't let you go. Not yet. ❤

Nathalie: What do you mean ?

Amélie: I will release you when you will name me by my name. Not Graham nor Fathom nor Lady nor Mistress.

Nathalie: Amélie ?

Amélie: Yes. Nathalie. From now you will call me like that. ❤

Nathalie calmly breathes.

Nathalie: Mrs. Amélie, I must say you... 🌼

The blonde woman suddenly makes a whiplash with the whip silenting Nathalie and making her close the eyes. The latter woman opens the eyes and sees she hasn't any damage. But only the flower from her ear was fallen into pieces because of Amélie's whiplash.

Amélie: Forgive me, honey. I don't want to harm you. I hate to damage beautiful flowers. 🌼

The situation isn't okay for Nathalie. She had underestimed Amélie. She didn't know the latter can be lovesick. And now, she understand this woman is unpredictable.

Next, Amélie's angelic face evolves into a darker tone. She licks the whip and poses as a dominatrix. She reminds of a Femme Fatale. That's worrying Nathalie. 😈

Amélie (dark and sadistic tone): Say. My. Name. 😈

Nathalie (a bit of intimidated, shouting): Huh... Amélie. Amélie ! 😰

Next to Nathalie's answer, Amélie changes her evil expression into an exalted/sensual tone. She feels at the height of excitement.

Amélie (exalted): Good, Nathalie. ❤

Right after, the blonde woman throws the whip puts her hands on Nathalie's cheeks and... kisses her on the lips. 💋

Nathalie slightly blushes because of Amélie's kiss. This situation is a Déjà Vu. 😳

That isn't the first time Nathalie falls in a situation. She remembers Émilie, Amélie's twin sister.

When Émilie was alive (before the Miraculouses' discovery), this woman had already confessed her feelings to Nathalie in the same way as Amélie is actually confessing her. Gabriel was never aware about this thing.

Now, Amélie is seducing her. Without another choice, Nathalie understands the evening with Amélie will be more longer than she expected.

The End?

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous au #dark au #nathalie sancoeur #amelie graham de vanily #amenath #yandere amelie #my writing #my art #minicomic #miraculous fanfic #toxic yuri #seduction #kiss scene #suggestive #femslash #wlw #yandere twins au #no kids allowed

[yowyowyaoi]

Hidan: Hey, old man, I’ve got a joke for ya: how much did Santa pay for his sleigh?

Kakuzu: I —

Hidan: Nothing; it was on the house! Get it?!

Kakuzu: Brat. That’s highly unrealistic. There’s not a thing in this world that doesn’t cost something.

Hidan: Kakuzu, it’s a fuckin’ joke. It’s not meant to —

Kakuzu: Santa’s sleigh has to be large enough to accommodate all the presents of all the children in the entire world, correct? Do you have any idea of the amount of wood that would take? Not to mention craftsmanship, parts and labor, routine maintenance—

Hidan: ‘Kuzu …

Kakuzu: And don’t get me started on the reindeer that supposedly pull that sleigh! Grooming, feeding, veterinary bills for when they fall sick —

Kakuzu: *pulls out a paper and pencil* I’m going to sketch up a quick analysis of just how wrong you are about Santa’s sled being “on the house”, you foolish brat. Maybe when I’m done you can have a better appreciation for the value of money.

Hidan:

#kakuhida #kakuzu x hidan #christmas #christmas 2023 #santa claus #money is no joking matter Hidan smh 🤦🏽‍♀️ #kakuzu #hidan

[lilliancdoodles]

Week 1 MerMay!! Roughish sketch of Life is like the ocean, it goes up and down (by @tastytoastz) Jaiden and Foolish chilling on the beach before everything goes to shit

#qsmp #qsmp au #LCDoodles #Im trying to teach myself to draw faster #So I wasn't too worried about things looking perfect #And this was actually all done today!! (It normally takes me like 3 days to do a piece) #I've had the image in my head since the meeting in chapter 6 I think where Jaiden leaned on Foolish #That was the original setting of this but I didn't want to hide foolish's tail under the table #then the last chapter released (aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. toast I am crying ;-;) #and it gave me this setting!! #Just in some light grey scale so hint at tones but I didn't want to fuck with colors #I'm going to try to do a sketch like this each week and I already have some ideas #(I'm going to try to have them on Friday for the next weeks this one just snuck up on me)

[zeinkblotpot]

So my drawing pads cord is broken. So while we wait for the new one to come in, I decided that I'm going to post some abandoned projects/current wips to tie us over until then!

Election dinner code fight:

Status: Abandoned.

Timeline: about a month or two ago.

Really liked to concept but got frustrated and never finished it.

Two hands painting:

Status: V1 abandoned (unhappy with results), V2 future wip.

Timeline: first week of October

We constantly switch to very different art styles due to different alters switching in and out (DID) that causes many projects to go on the back burner from weeks to months at a time. This unfortunately happens to be one of them, Plus we hadn't 100% locked down the character designs for q!Philza and q!Missa yet. Had to completely restart this one because I got so frustrated with Missas face and wasn't satisfied with how it was turning out. (the disdain and resentment I unironically feel towards the first one is immeasurable) This was done by the same alter that did the other death trio piece.

Missa and Foolish with the eggs:

Status: future wip.

Timeline: first half of October

Was still in the sketching phase when it became another victim of the alter switch back burner. Really happy with the progress of it though. (This was the same alter that did the firework Mexican independence day and the Crow Monster comics)

Death room:

Status: current wip.

Timeline: after the stream when this happened

Has been on the back burner since the stream this happened due to still being in the process of nailing down the character design/body build for q!Philza. Just waiting for cord to get here now to finish it. Will probably post q!Philzas character sheet before posting.

Hey thanks for checking out my art! I know a lot of people are newer to the platform who migrated from Twitter so it's just a heads up 🫰. Please consider rebloging and not just liking. LIKES DO NOT DO ANYTHING ON TUMBLR. It's really sad to see a lot likes but only 4 reblogs on a lot of art posts that end up not getting any traction because nobody else sees it after the first 3 days.

Also if you're new, PLEASE CHANGE YOUR PROFILE PICTURE AND HEADER FROM THE DEFAULT! There are so many bots here so most people will just block and report as spam on sight if you still have the default.

#my art #qsmp #qsmp fanart #q!philza #qsmp philza #philza #philza fanart #qsmp philza fanart #qsmp missa #q!missa #death duo #deathduo #pissa #misstrixtin #qsmp etoiles #q!etoiles #missa fanart #etoiles fanart #qsmp code entity #qsmp elections dinner #qsmp foolish #q!foolish #qsmp eggs #qsmp cellbit #q!cellbit #foolish fanart #cellbit fanart #wip #wip collection #unfinished

[ashes0909]

Obikin with n28 referred to Anakin

This prompt is my first foray into Obikin AUs, and I absolutely loved drawing (heh) the parallels between canon and a Renaissance-y setting. Thank you so much for sending it in and giving me the opportunity to explore!

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“When God invented beauty, he was inspired by you.”

Anakin/Obi-Wan; Rated T

Obi-Wan’s charcoal danced over the page, the overhead oil lamp providing enough glow in the late afternoon that he managed to capture the turn of the marble statue’s lower back. The lines of his sketch followed the curve of the top of its backside before Obi-Wan broke off and took a deep breath.

The statue was, quite literally, a work of art, but in practice it affected Obi-Wan like a piece of erotica. He shifted on the bench and pulled his charcoal back over the statue's face--a much safer portion of the artwork for his sensibilities. He was in public afterall; the museum was full of other artists and patrons. Shifting on the bench, it wouldn’t do to have his mind wander.

The face was safer, but no less enticing. There was the tempting edge of the statue's lips, somehow plush even under the hard stone. His eyes were carved shut, but Obi-Wan could imagine a deep blue ocean under them, long eyelashes fanning out to frame the almond shape. His cheekbones were defined but not in a harsh way and Obi-Wan followed the angles of them on his sketchbook with charcoal like a caress. 

How the sculpture managed to create the delicate ringlets of the statue’s hair defied any logic, it seemed to be an act of pure divinity. “When God invented beauty,” Obi-Wan whispered to his sketchpad before his focus slipped back to the marble statue. “He was inspired by you.”

A newcomer slid onto the bench next to Obi-Wan, clearing his throat and ducking his head. “Well, kind Master of the Arts, who am I to criticize your perception of me?” 

“Pardon me, I--” Obi-Wan began, but broke off when he turned his head and came face-to-face with the marble statue, come to life. Obi-Wan’s stomach flipped, and his breath caught, and he knew he looked foolish with his jaw agape and eyes flying between the newcomer and the marble statue. “What--How? I must be dreaming.”

The man’s laugh was as heavenly as his form. In the flesh, the corner of his eyes crinkled when he laughed, and Obi-Wan had been right, ocean blue eyes framed by an endless expanse of eyelashes.

“I assure you,” the man began. “You’re very much awake.” They sat so close together on the bench that the man took the liberty of bumping his shoulder against Obi-Wan’s. “My name is Anakin, Anakin Skywalker.”

The place where their shoulders touched radiated a heat up Obi-Wan’s neck and covered his cheeks. “Kenobi.” He cleared his throat. “Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

“Do you mind if I sit while you finish your sketch? I’ve never seen a Master of the Arts actively create before.”

“I find that hard to believe, as you had to model for this glorious statue.”

Anakin smiled and ducked his head again, beautiful in his shyness. “Well, maybe I haven’t seen one as handsome as you before, Master.”

The man simply took Obi-Wan’s breath away. All he could do was smile and nod. As he turned back to his sketchpad, he felt Anakin’s gaze on him, a distraction, an enticement. Obi-Wan returned to the part of the sketch he’d previously avoided: to the curve of the statue--of Anakin’s back--running his charcoal over the lines of his backside. His charcoal stuttered along the page when he reached the inner bulge between his thighs.

Anakin laughed lightly, and ran a hand over Obi-Wan’s knee, below the sketchpad. "Be mindful of your thoughts, Master. They'll betray you."  

“I believe my sketching has done that for me.”

“Perhaps you would like a real life model instead?”

Obi-Wan dropped the charcoal onto the page and turned to face Anakin. “To have you alone, in my studio, under my posing. I fear far more than my thoughts would betray me, then.”

Without warning, Anakin stood and put a hand out towards Obi-Wan. Without thinking Obi-Wan slid his own palm along Anakin’s and let him tug him, and his sketchbook, up from the bench. 

“My Master of the Arts,” Anakin began, their hands still intertwined as he bowed his head to look up at Obi-Wan from under his impossibly thick eyelashes. Obi-Wan itched to draw them. “Lead me to your studio.” Anakin’s smile turned wide and mischievous. “For this is where the fun begins.”

#obikin #obikin fic #writing #fanfic #tumblr fic #obi wan x anakin #i love these prompts so much #if anyone wants to send one in please feel free!

[pomefioredove]

Hii! Congrats on the 500 followers! <33 I saw your announcement about the match-up and I’m deciding to join. I hope Im doing this right. I’d say my personality is more introverted. I always want to help people and want to know more people and expand my social circle but I get shy when meeting new people and quiet because i’m afraid to talk. T-T However once I get comfortable with someone, my friends say I express my interests alot and get talkative. They also say sometimes I get passive-aggressive when annoyed. I have a tendency to avoid conflict regardless of my opinion on the matter because I don’t want to upset anyone. Daydreaming also seems to be another tendency of mine. I love reading and visit the library daily because it provides a quiet space for me to indulge in my interests. I also crochet because it was a relaxing hobby to pick up and I could use the skill to make my friends gifts. Music is another thing I love but I can’t sing that well. I’m also really into fashion and I love to design sketches of clothes in my free time! For my lifestyle, I am a class representative and I get high scores on my school work consistently. For my future, I dont really see myself pursuing a partner because I want to focus on my academics to hopefully succeed in life! Also Im a bit scared of being in a relationship since I don’t really know how to handle one. I don’t really know how else to describe my lifestyle other than fairly simple. I hope this isn’t too long! Take your time with answering, I know you must have a lot of requests. Take care of yourself and rest if needed!

I match you with 𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐞

The First Impression:

Rollo is not one to indulge in romantic fantasies about true love or fate. He's busy enough as it is, and finds little pleasure in making friends, anyway.

Why He Fell:

Being in class council together puts him in a precarious position, one where he is required to interact with you on a weekly basis. Rollo is dismissive at first, taking your shyness and affinity for daydreaming as foolish and beneath him, only interacting with you when he absolutely has to. Though, he can't ignore your impressive grades for long, or your place on the council, or your attention to your studies...

Ironically enough, it's knowing that you're apathetic towards romance that finally sparks his interest. Ever the wanter of what he can't have, he becomes far more attentive towards you and your passions, even finding himself jealous over your devotion to your studies and not him...

The Relationship:

If there even is a relationship, that is.

Rollo is just as, if not more, afraid of interpersonal relationships than you. If he's able to adequately smother the embers of his feelings into ashes, he'll likely say nothing to you at all.

If not? Well... he's done crazier.

Though, there's always a chance he'll come around in a peaceful way. That sort of love with him is slow, tender, and cautious, as he takes the time to adequately navigate the unknowns of a relationship with you.

#*ੈ✩‧₊˚matchups! #anon I hope you're a rollo tolerator else this'll be awkward lols

[nectardaddy]

Foolish [J. Kirstein x reader] 2

language, (of age) drinking

-- Tunes: Supermassive Black Hole ; Muse Gimme More ; Britney Spears

The warm air around the man engulfed him like a blanket, wrapping around him and whisking away any ounce of chill there was. There was a light breeze blowing by as his boots made contact with the ground, grass crunching underneath of him. It was a short walk to your dorm, not even five minutes, but he found himself feeling nervous like a little boy again. He had made this walk more times than he could count on his hands, and each time he gave himself the same nerves over and over. 'What if I fuck it up?' 'What if she only said yes because I was a little pushy, will she ever hang out with me again?' Rattling off 'what if's in his mind as if it were a hobby made his head spin.

Seeing your residence hall now in view, he thought his heart might give out from being so anxious. Though he truly had nothing to worry about regarding you, but he was so deeply unaware of your own emotions. It wasn't as if he was unaware of his own, he was absolutely head over heels for you. But he wouldn't tell for the sole feeling of cold, hard rejection - something he was well aware hurt like hell. Sure, he dappled in the dating scene here and there but nothing else felt quite as right as you and you alone.

With a deep breath, and a silly 'you can do this,' he began his climb up the stairs. Stepping up each and every one felt like ages before he was finally on your hall. Your dorm building was a bit nicer than his own, a bit newer, and a lot more cleaner. Finally stopping at your door, your name sketched in cursive on a blue piece of paper, he took another deep breath. Raking his long hair back, and lifting his hand to knock, he had to pretend he had everything under control.

His knuckles hit the cool wood three times before he heard a muffled 'just come in,' that made his fear melt away. Though every time it happened like this: he would invite you to do something, he would utterly devastate himself with his thoughts on the way over, and everything was fine when he finally saw you. A never ending cycle that gave him whiplash. Twisting the door knob, he let himself in, knocking his boots off by the toe before stepping in.

His eyes meeting yours, his lips pulled into a smile. "Are you ready?" He asked, drinking in your features as he simply couldn't help himself from looking you over.

"I think so?" You asked, rather to yourself than to him. You watched as his eyes traveled down you and back up, making you let out a small breath. "Jeez- I don't look you down like that Jean."

Even hearing his own name fall from your lips made his heart squeeze, an almost suffocating feeling. "Maybe you should," he mused. "I'm pretty damn fine if I do say so myself."

"You're too much," you chuckled, a smile pulling on your lips that made his own widen. "Who's party are we going to anyway?"

"I dunno', Connie just sent me where it is," he shrugged. Rolling your eyes, you looked yourself over a final time. "You look great," he mused. Turning your gaze to him once more he watched as your smile grew a bit more, but also became a little flustered.

"I look tired," you retorted. But he couldn't help but notice you stood a little straighter, felt a bit more confident just from his words alone. He thoroughly enjoyed he was able to have that effect on you, he often times wished he could shower you in compliments. But the risk of scaring you off was too great in his mind.

"Don't we all though?" He asked rhetorically. Turning a bit, but not having his back completely to you, he stepped towards your door. "Now come on, we have a party to go to." He felt his hand touch your waist gently as he ushered you towards the door, immediately second guessing himself but not removing it. In his mind the damage had already been done, if you hated him for it you would've already decided it. He didn't let his hand linger longer, as he didn't want to further his own suffocating feelings, and he dropped it to his side as you went out the door. "It's only a ten minute walk, if that's cool?" He asked, taking a pause from his thoughts, "that way we can both drink and not even worry about who's driving."

With a simple shrug, you looked over at him, "works for me." Jean had a considerable amount of height against you, having to look up a bit just to speak to him. "Please don't let me get too drunk," you pleaded as you walked alongside him. "I have to finish that paper tomorrow."

Giving you a cheeky smile as he looked over to you, he chuckled. "I'll try my best," he assured. "But you have a nasty habit of stealing my drinks." The man couldn't be more right about your bad habit at parties. Often times asking him for 'just a sip' of his own drink and downing the whole thing from drunken lack of control. He really didn't know why he still complied, as you asked almost every time you went out with him. Maybe it was because you asked so sweetly, giving him a smile he simply couldn't resist. Or the fact the man couldn't bear saying no to you.

Rolling your eyes once more, you let out a chuckle. "I don't know what you're talking about," you denied; but wholeheartedly knew for a fact he was right. You knew the man could never say no to you, figuring the charm about him simply wouldn't allow him to. But you also knew the man would never do something nefarious, feeling more comfortable taking his own drink than anyone else's, or even letting anyone else get you a drink. Time and time again, he and a handful of others, have proven their ability in nonchalantly keeping you safe, even if you did slip and make a bad decision.

There was a pause in the conversation as you both stepped outside, feeling a lull that neither of you were particularly irritated with. The air was warm, a warmth that kissed every exposed part of skin you had and made it melt with content. The walk wasn't entirely bad either, being a straight shot to another building. But you rolled your eyes hard upon seeing where exactly the party was, "you aren't taking me to a frat house, are you?"

Sucking in the air through his teeth, he gave you a sheepish smile. "There wasn't many options tonight, and Connie knows people here." His excuse was lame, but one you took with a sigh as you continued walking. "Some of our friends should be here though," he reassured. "I know Sasha went with Connie, so it won't be a drag."

"I need to be drunk to deal with most of the people here," you groaned. You and fraternity houses simply didn't get along. It wasn't the organization that irked you, it was the people who inhabited the house. Most men being sloppy, pushy, and all together a terrible time left a bad taste in your mouth. It really was a mixed bag of people, but most annoyed you beyond belief.

The closer the two of you got to the house, the louder the music that radiated from it became. The juxtaposition of the inside to the out was astounding though; the outside being relatively quiet despite the music and no one lingered, but you could see people from the windows dancing and participating in other drunken activities. You weren't a complete stranger to parties such as this, a little too wild but otherwise still a good time. But you much rather liked smaller get-togethers, a more quant feeling than drunk strangers bumping into you.

Upon entering, the bass in the air made your eardrums hurt, the music all together too loud as you were too sober. The area was crowded, and people your age crammed together so tightly made the air hot and sticky. "Ugh-" you groaned, looking up at the man in discontent. With a smile, he leaned down a bit, reaching your ear so you would be able to hear him.

"I'll get you a drink," he assured, his voice hitting your ear and making you tense. Dark and low like it always was, but hearing it so close made you want to melt directly onto the floor. "We'll find Connie and Sasha after, cool?"

Giving him a nod, you watched as he made his way through people to find any semblance of alcohol. As he disappeared, your eyes flickered over your surrounds and scanned the area. Drunken people dancing on each other, with others, or simply by themselves made you bite your lip. There were way too many people here you didn't know, nor did you really want to get to know. You weren't rude, but certainly standoffish, as you moved to the far corner of the room you were closest to. You felt eyes pierce you, but quickly leave as people passed by.

The place was relatively dark, and the music entirely too loud which made you a bit disoriented. You hoped all would get better when you had a drink and found your friends. But you were pulled from your thoughts as a loud, feminine, voice called for you, "(Y/n)! You came!" The voice yelled happily, seeing as it was a familiar face, you smiled.

"Hey, Sasha," you mused before she pulled you into a strong hug. You had met the woman through Jean, and thoroughly enjoyed every interaction and class you've had with her. Feeling her pull away, you did as well, and watched her smile turn to a grin.

"You're here with Jean right?" She asked, but neglected to give you enough time to answer. She already knew. You had let it slip to her that you liked the man within a drunken stupor, spilling your secrets as if she was an old friend from childhood. But the woman had found it incredibly endearing, and didn't dare tease you on such a thing. "Where's he at?" She asked as her eyes scanned over people before looking back to you.

"Getting drinks," you replied, "we just got here." Your voice seemed quiet, even though you knew you were raising it over the music. You had to lean in closer to the brunette just for her to hear anything you were saying. "Isn't Connie here too?"

"Somewhere around here," she chuckled. "He's already drunk and probably found someone to dance with. Poor soul, I hope they can get over that he doesn't have a lick of rhythm."

Laughing at her words, your eyes flickered to the sea of people. You hoped you would see Connie with his certain lack of rhythm, but sighed when you couldn't. "I hope he starts rapping to them like he did last time."

A howl of laughter left Sasha at your comment. "Holy shit that was so funny! I have a video of it too!"

"Please," you let out another laugh, "send it to me! It's too good!" The woman pulled her phone from her pocket and started scrolling viciously, this woman had pictures and videos of everything imaginable. She saved everything. Pulling out your own phone to make sure you got the video, your attention was taken. But pulled back soon after at a gentle touch to your arm, making you look over.

Brown eyes meeting yours, you sighed in relief at the drinks he was holding. "I made it myself, so be careful," he spoke with a chuckle. Not heeding his advice as you took the cup from him, you took a rather large sip of the drink. Feeling the sting of liquor hitting the back of your throat mixed with strawberry flavoring made you cough. "I told you!"

"Fucking hell, Jean-" you spoke, a laugh now bubbling over. "I think you're trying to kill me." Nonetheless, you took another sip.

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[startistdoodles]

Hello! I've been seeing your Kirby OC posts and it got me inspired to try making my own OC. However I wanted to ask you if there are any particular tips or guidelines you have on how exactly to go about making an OC?

I'm happy to hear I could inspire you!! I'm the kind of person who really encourages making an OC however you like with no hard rules, but I would be happy to offer tips as to how you can make them look more convincing and fit into the world!

This applies not just to Kirby but to any media that you want to make a fan design for. I use these tips when I design Fakémon and my other fan OCs as well! Knowing the property's design conventions can help you if you want your OC to fit in more seamlessly with other characters.

Since the subject is a Kirby OC, I will use my own as an example.

Prisma Knight follows the very basic design conventions of Kirby, since I wanted her to be the same species.

They both have: -A round body -Nubby arms -Big, round feet -Cheeks and feet that are a different color than the main body -Eyes that are an accent color

Conventions help with the consistency of character design, but they don't have to strictly be adhered to. Feel free to experiment and break conventions to help your OC stand out!

Next, because I wanted to make her a knight, I went ahead and looked at the designs for the preexisting knights and made some observations based on their conventions as well:

Once that's done it's time to move onto to the secondary design elements. I wanted Prisma to have an icy elemental design to her with a bit of mirror thrown in, so I took inspiration from those copy abilities:

I really liked the colors of these designs, so it was at this stage I decided to go for a primarily blue and purple pallete with some white and gold in there as accents.

With this in mind, I went ahead and looked for a color palette that I could take inspiration from:

By then I had a pretty good idea of all the conventions, so I made some sketches!! Ideally during this step it's good to make many different sketches exploring various ideas, but I'm the kinda person who erases and redraws parts of my initial sketch so know that there were different designs before I reached this one, haha:

All the while I was thinking of her story in my head which mostly stemmed from questions pertaining to certain design elements I chose:

Why does she have an elaborate mask? Because she's royalty.

How did she become a knight turned royalty? She left the life of a soldier behind her.

Why did she stop being a soldier? She was ashamed of a foolish mistake and fled.

What was that foolish mistake? She challenged someone stronger than her and lost her wings in the process.

And thus, Prisma was born!! Her name actually came to me before I even fully designed her (which about NEVER happens for me lol) and it was the inspiration for her using ice and mirror magic in the first place.

Anyways, I hope this helped! Just have fun with it and enjoy the creation process :D

#ask #anon #kirby #kirby oc #long post #you can boil it down to basically just: use a lot of references of other characters while also adding in new things! #that way your character can fit in while simultaneously standing out #this got a bit wordy so do let me know if theres anything you want me to clear up haha