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rad-batson · 1 year

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Damian Wayne Headcanons :) in which I give him actual character growth, suck it dc writers

this is extremely long, I am not sorry

He has literally no footsteps, you cannot hear him walk, even when he stomps around in one of those moods, it’s just barely a little *pat pat pat*

He doodles on everything. With everything. Some Gothamites have found intricate floral designs etched into the roof or random brick walls (most likely with a knife) after seeing Robin patrol.

He has like 20 weighted blankets, all different weights and sizes depending on his mood.

His favorite item in his room is a silver Nintendo DS. (He likes to use the little chat rooms, even if no one else is on the other end. He doodles and writes little messages. It’s like his diary.)

He loves all animals, and that includes the creepy ones. Especially the creepy ones.

Once, Tim started screaming bloody murder over a massive bug with a bajillion legs in his room. Damian now houses it in an enclosure in his bedroom. Her name is Mildred, Millie for short.

When he was in the LoA, he was forbidden from stimming in front of others. It took two years for anyone in the batfamily to ever witness him stimming.

His most common stimming behaviors are shaking out his hands, scratching his palms, and rubbing his hands across different surfaces. When he’s really stressed, he’ll snap his fingers.

He absolutely hates cameras. They’re loud and make him uncomfortable. One reporter almost got scratched when they got too close to him with the flash on. He only barely tolerates the security cameras in the manor. Barely.

He can and will be roped into any dare imaginable. Bruce repeatedly forbids him from taking dares from his siblings for months at a time.

He has a compartment in his utility belt dedicated to treats for any animal he sees on patrol.

When he’s tired, he’ll speak a mixture of Arabic, Mandarin, and English. Only Bruce can make sense of it, and occasionally Jason.

Bruce absolutely refuses to yell at Damian. Even if some of his other kids argue that he’s being too nice, he’ll only use his Batman voice and his Soft But Disappointed Dad Voice, but he will Never yell.

(He doesn’t tell them it’s because of what happened the first and only time he yelled at Damian. Bruce moved his hand a bit, and Damian flinched wildly. Bruce cried for hours over the implications of that.)

Damian only feels comfortable sitting if he can clearly see the main entrance. If not, he’ll sit with his back against a wall or he’ll stand.

He dutifully takes the responsibility of feeding and grooming every Wayne animal. They receive the most nutritious and filling meals on the market (all while receiving lots of head pats.)

He has very strong eyebrows just like his father. They tend to pull the same exasperated expressions too, highlighting their resemblance.

Talia taught Damian at a very young age how to write perfectly with both hands. He no longer remembers if he is naturally left or right-handed.

The one insult he cannot handle is “spoiled brat.” A few months after he arrived, someone in the family called him that as a joke, and he completely shut down emotionally. No anger, no sadness, no resentment. Literally just nothing. For days. No one knows why, but they will never let it happen again.

You know he’s Up to Something TM if he swings his legs back and forth while he sits.

He is obsessed with those cheap TV documentaries about famous plane crashes and shipwrecks. After finishing one, he’ll find the nearest family member and tell them all about it: how it happened, what human error caused it, and his fool-proof plan for if it ever happens again and he is nearby. Usually, it’s Alfred.

For the first few years at the manor, Damian’s favorite spot is the family graveyard. Everyone calls him dramatic. He just likes how it’s so quiet. (And he’s dramatic.)

When Jason waxes poetics about dying over dinner, Damian just groans and says, “So have I. You’re not special.” That’s how the family learns he was repeatedly revived in the Lazarus Pit due to the fatal nature of his training and abuse.

His first ever crush was on the cute male tech at Alfred the Cat’s vet. Damian was 12. Jason, who accompanied him, proceeded to give him both The Talk (“It’s okay to like boys”) and The Talk (“Your body is ✨changing✨”) on the drive home.

He will not text back unless it is absolutely necessary. He will leave people on read. He does not hate you. (…Probably.)

Titus is a registered therapy dog, trained in helping Damian through panic attacks and sensory overload. If you ever see Damian asleep on the floor, eyes cried out with Titus resting on top of him, you know why.

When he was 13, he tried to fake his own death after he failed a test at school and “dishonored the family name.” Bruce and Dick had to sit him down and explain that grades aren’t everything, and they still love him unconditionally.

He talks to animals like they’re human. He has a habit of venting his frustrations to Batcow in particular. And his fish while he feeds them.

His love language to others is a mixture of gifts and quality time, usually without words.

One day, Damian was snooping around the house and found that one of the electrical closets leads to a tiny space—barely two feet wide—in between the sheetrock and the foundation wall with nothing but a single hanging lightbulb. It took years before anyone else found it, but by then, Damian had painted an 8x10 ft mural on the wall and created a small bed of blankets and pillows for when he needs a quiet place to escape unwanted stimuli.

When he sleeps, his cheeks puff out like a little chipmunk. It’s adorable.

During the Winter Olympics one year, Damian falls in love with figure skating and decides he wants to try it out, but he never asks to take up lessons in fear that he will be horrible at it.

Duke figures this out and now takes him ice skating just enough to avoid suspicion. It’s become their bonding activity.

Once, Jason and Tim made him try a Sour Patch Kids-flavored energy drink. He immediately spit it out and said, “What the fuck?! That’s even worse than drinking from the Lazarus Pit.” And that’s how the family learns that Ra’s made Damian drink from the Lazarus Pit a few times.

One day, Steph told Damian about the wonders of concealed self defense products. Now, about 80% of the mundane items Damian owns is secretly a knife. He will purchase any item that is secretly a knife. Including several fake lipstick tubes.

He has rigorous self-control when it comes to sleep. Sure, his schedule is a bit fucked up for someone his age, but he is in bed and asleep exactly when he tells himself. (His siblings could never.)

His entire wardrobe is soft items he “found” stole from the laundry room. If it’s comfortable, it’s his now. (No one complains. In fact, having Damian steal your clothes is considered a privilege.)

He hates whenever Alfred tries to recreate dishes from his childhood. It’s just not the same. Alfred understands.

When he’s really stressed—like the “I am one stubbed toe away from a complete meltdown” stressed—he will finger paint. He likes the feeling of it on his skin.

Due to his time in the LoA, Damian has a habit of never telling anyone if he’s injured. Instead, he’ll pretend nothing’s wrong until he passes out or literally can’t move right and someone calls him out. He’s working on it, though.

There’s a massive system of fish tanks in his room complete with handmade decor and multiple venomous species. No one even realizes until Alfred mentions it during dinner.

He has hyper fixated at least once on every single artistic medium you can imagine. His top three are oil paintings, mosaics, and pottery, but he mostly sticks to drawing in his free time.

He has taste tested all of his pets’ treats at one point for “research purposes.”

Giving friends their own nickname is one of the most intimate things Damian does to express his relationship with someone.

Once, he was having an argument with a sibling, and they said, “Oh yeah? Well at least Bruce wanted me!” Damian didn’t leave his room for exactly six days. He even stapled blackout curtains to his windows and the vents. Bruce chewed the shit out of whoever said it and spent hours every day talking to Damian through the door to convince him that, yes, Bruce wants him and couldn’t ever think of a family without him. Damian didn’t come out, however, until he heard Bruce crying while begging him to eat. Damian slept in Bruce’s bed that night and the following week.

When he turns 15, he gets really obsessed with Måneskin.

He’s exactly the kind of Art Hoe that is completely loyal to his favorite brand of art supplies and wouldn’t touch other brands with a 10ft pole.

He has weirdly thin fingers. Like creepily thin, especially as he grows older. Someone commented on them once, and Damian proceeded to wear gloves nonstop for a week.

There are exactly four (4) people who are allowed to touch him without permission first. Dick, Jon, Bruce, and Talia in that order.

His eyes are actually naturally blue. The reason they are green is because of the Lazarus Pit. It’s always the Lazarus Pit. (They barely glow in the dark too, but you need to really pay attention to notice.)

He can wiggle his ears. The only people to ever witness it are Cass and Duke. They’ve been sworn to secrecy.

Whenever one of his many pets sleeps in his bed, he tries to stay as still as possible without touching them so they don’t get annoyed and leave, but they always worm their way into his arms.

As he grows, his family is surprised to learn that he isn’t building the same muscle as his dad. Instead, he’s lean like his mother due to an extremely fast metabolism. He eats a lot to maintain proper health. (His cheeks are still puffy when he sleeps, though. And when he smiles.)

Dick is his emergency contact for school, partially because Dick isn’t as busy, partially due to that time Bruce “died,” but mostly because Damian is terrified of disappointing Bruce if he ever gets in trouble. Thankfully, Dick is convincing Damian otherwise.

His favorite ever birthday gift comes from Tim. It’s a pottery studio he spent months building on their property in secret with several pottery wheels and a kiln.

His hands have always had a sort of surgical accuracy to them due to his stealth training, but it never came to the forefront of everyone’s mind until one particular mission when Tim got shot, and they needed to get the bullet out as quickly as possible. Despite being bigger than most of his family members by now, and Tim refusing to stay still the whole time, Damian was the only one capable of taking the bullet out. While riding in the Batmobile. Going 80 mph. Completely painlessly. Damian is immediately given the de facto role of Combat Medic.

Jon likes to send Good morning texts to Damian. At first, he didn’t know about the “only responds if it’s an emergency” thing, though, so he decided to stop after a few weeks of Damian never replying. Within an hour of not getting the usual text, Damian was at Jon’s house in full Robin gear to make sure he was okay.

He and Steph like to paint each other’s nails when one of them is stressed. After Damian comes out as pansexual, Steph paints little pride flags on his fingers.

He only plays Minecraft on creative mode. He likes building farms and wildlife preserves.

At 16, he gets asked out by a pretty girl in school that Damian had a crush on last year, but he thinks it’s a joke because he can’t fathom anyone liking him so he turns her down.

As he grows, his looks become more androgynous, again eerily resembling his mother, but his voice drops low enough that it doesn’t cause much misgendering.

Then he starts thinking of his gender a bit more and wonders if he’s also a They.

He likes to paint all over the soles of his shoes whenever he gets a new pair. No one will ever really see it, of course, and it eventually wears off the more he walks, but he knows it’s there.

It’s a nice day in the park. He’s doing homework on a picnic table while Titus and Ace run around, and he can’t stop thinking about his future.

Yesterday, there was a school assembly about choosing a career path. Alfred slid him an SAT prep book during breakfast. And his class was assigned one of those “Which career path is best for you?” quizzes.

He gets Veterinarian.

It takes a full five minutes as Damian stares at the results, thinking about the crazy, out-of-this-world idea of not being a vigilante or assassin his entire life, what it would be like if he just turned his back on the future which was so carefully laid out in front of him since birth, before it clicks into place.

Damian doesn’t want to be Batman.

He doesn’t want to lead the LoA either.

Two years later, Damian enrolls in Gotham University and majors in Wildlife Biology on the Pre-Vet track with a minor in Studio Arts. He gets a dorm room, works in the pottery studio, and volunteers at the local animal shelter.

He is content.

Does some of this stray from canon? Yes. However, I do not give a rat’s ass. Thank you, and goodnight.

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boydepartment · 4 months

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weird cat guy- nishimura riki x reader

a/n: THIS WAS REQUESTED BY @angrybananapolice I HOPE ITS OKAY <3

request: can i req a comfort kinda fluff with Riki? reader is that kind of friend who's like a side character in her own life. Like, she isn't known by her name, she's known as her best friend's friend. You get me? so basically, reader isn't recognised a lot but then Riki somehow waltzes into her life blah blah thats all on you and then they kiss at the end because :)

warnings: cursing, insecurity, angst, comfort, fluff, kinda romcom

wc- 600-800 words

MASTERLIST

in school you were pretty invisible, you didn’t talk much and when you did your friend would accidentally overshadow you. you don’t think she meant to, it just happened.

it was really frustrating you inside but you never were going to say anything. at the end of the day school wasn’t forever and you could move on with your life in a couple years max. there was no reason to make a scene or beg for attention.

that’s how your life was, blending into the background. who were you to change it?

when you walked to school with your friend you listened to her go on and on about some annoying guy in her dms. you thought she didn’t realize how lucky she was for people to actually have a romantic interest in her. you had a feeling something like this would never happen to you. a guy making a fool of himself to gain your attention? funny.

“he was so annoying all he did was yap!” you felt her hand on your shoulder. you couldn’t help but laugh along, no matter how you were feeling- she had a point.

“he really did sound like a yapper.” you started to joke with her as she continued.

“and his instagram was a little odd too! wait look!”

you watched as she pulled up his instagram, you both spent time poking fun and giggling. it was almost like middle school again.

until you got to the school building, then you faded in the background. you loved your best friend just not at school. she talked to way more people and left you by yourself socially. she would drag you around and then not truly include you.

and that’s how you’d spend your days, doodling on your math notes, messing with your shoes under the desk, and trying not to fall asleep. rinse and repeat…

however one thing did happen, on your walk home you were alone because your friend got invited to a study hall.

“i’m sorry y/n… will you be okay on your way home?”

you nodded and smiled at her, forced, “yeah of course! don’t worry about it!”

you started your journey home by yourself, at this point you should’ve gotten used to it. being alone. it was almost tranquil and you felt like nothing could ruin this moment for you. no school, no stress anymore, no-

“PLEASE STOP THAT CAT!”

when you looked up you saw a cat and a lanky figure sprinting towards you, the cat jumped on you and scared you so bad you fell over. the guy toppling down with you.

“what the hell!?” you yelled grabbing your head.

the boy looked at you, “i was trying to get that cat! i wanted him!”

you tried to stop the dizziness, “go to a shelter then, you psycho!”

the guy stood up and grabbed your hands to help you up, “that’s too easy!”

you finally looked at him and he was astonishingly attractive, “you’re crazy!” you looked away from him, now embarrassed. you barely talked to people, let alone attractive people. this was so embarrassing! and it was the hot guy’s fault!

“i’m sorry for knocking you over!” he exclaimed, “listen how can i make it up to you!” he stood there tapping his foot.

you grabbed your bag off the floor, “by leaving me alone.”

“come on! i totally knocked you over! well technically the cat did then i tripped over you but that’s not the point!”

you looked at him again, “you can leave me alone and stop being weird towards stray cats.”

at that, you walked away quickly passed him. god knows what that weirdo does on his free time. chasing cats? what a dork.

the next day was like clockwork, you enjoyed your bestfriends company until school, then you lost her. school and your studies were boring- it was a review week.

you sat down at your desk for lunch, your best friend sitting by you but not with you.

“oh y/n what do-“ everytime she tried to talk to you, someone else took her attention. if you tried to talk, someone talked over you.

you learned your lesson quickly.

“i heard that cute guy has been peeking into the classrooms today!” one of her friends exclaimed. one thing you learned was that listening and noting things was key to at least trying to enjoy the social aspect of school. you didn’t have to be involved.

“which one?” your best friend asked. everyone looked at your friend.

“that cat boy! he always chases cats and birds!”

you found yourself giggling slightly, that was ironic. what are the odds?

your best friend gasped, “oh him! he is so cute!”

they started talking amongst themselves until you heard giggling and gasping. probably some arm smacking too. which was typical in the gossip circle.

“oh my gosh it’s him! (b/f/n) he’s probably going to go over to you! what if he asks you out!”

yeah probably. you knew how this was going to play out. she’d go out with him, probably get the ick, then he’d have a bad rep because he fumbled with the school’s flower.

it was then more silent than usual and you had a box of chocolates thrown on your desk.

you looked up and it was cat boy, the psycho that ran into you.

“what’s- what’s this?!” your eyes widened, the boy started to snicker.

“for running into you. my mom told me to get it.” he pulled up his chair in front of you, all eyes were on you both.

“i didn’t even know you went to my school!” you whisper yelled, panicking that the attention was on you. the boy started to unpack his lunch in front of you and you hid your face from everyone.

“likewise!” he spoke and started unpacking his lunch, “do you like cucumbers? my mom always packs them but i don’t really enjoy them.”

he started speaking like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“ummmm…. what are you doing?”

the boy looked up at you, “actually talking to you.” he whispered, “and having lunch. duh.”

your eyes scanned the room, your best friend’s friends still looking at you, including her. you felt nauseous.

“this isn’t a funny joke if you’re pranking me.” you said firmly, the boy looked a little shocked.

“why would i be pranking you? i don’t have friends either.” he said simply and took a sip of his milk, he put the cucumbers on your plate.

you eyed the cucumbers, “is that why you chase cats and birds?”

he looked up at you, giggled, then nodded, “i’m riki by the way..”

“y/n.”

you honestly expected him to hang out with you once and then drop it. but that didn’t happen… he actually continued to hang out with you. be around you, and actually talk to you. riki would remember the little things too.

he started to walk you home and you got so used to his company that it scared you. in your mind you were boring, he was probably just using you to get to your friend. you’d take whatever riki said with a grain of salt, no matter how sweet. why would you risk having feelings for someone who could just be using you?

the weather was starting to warm up and your allergies were not helping you. your head was in pain and school just wasn’t it for you today. the idea of looking at the green chalkboard sounded nauseating.

you stayed home and took pain meds, around 10 am you were trying to make tea when there was a knocking at your door.

that was terrifying, it was only you home. if someone decided to break it you would probably die.

you rushed over and peeked through the window. and there was riki.

you opened the door, “what are you doing here.”

“you weren’t at school, can i come in?”

“can you stop pretending you actually care?” you wrapped your arms around yourself and looked down at his feet. you were getting tired of riki being overly nice to you, especially because to you it was fake. it was a facade.

you heard a surprise noise and then a scoff.

“i’m not pretending! what do you take me for!?”

you finally got the courage to look up at him, “someone who’s way out of my league and probably only using me to get to my friend, it’s happened since middle school, and she likes you too! so go to her! stop wasting my time.” you went to shut the door but riki stopped it.

“what the fuck are you talking about? have i ever mentioned your stupid- no offense- your stupid friend?” riki readjusted the bag on his shoulder, “i got your schoolwork too dumbass, since she said she forgot it. that’s the one and only time i’ve ever spoken to her.”

you looked at him, still in disbelief. riki looked at you, somewhat annoyed.

“y/n i’ve hung out with you everyday for a month, i have no other friends because people either make fun of me for being cat boy or they’re just trying to date me. it’s a weird 50/50.” he said simply, his stare softened.

“riki-“

“what’s that burning smell?”

“FUCK!” you rushed back to see the water boiling over the stove and went to fix it. you were already upset because you couldn’t find the kettle, now you were upset you fucked up.

“god! i can’t do anything right!”

unbeknownst to you riki let himself in, “go lay down. i’ll make tea.”

you flipped around and looked at him, at this point you didn’t feel well, you were overwhelmed, and you just wanted to lay down, “fine… whatever…”

you laid down on the couch and tried to check your notifications, your best friend hadn’t even checked if you were okay. hell, she didn’t even read your text asking to get your work.

sighing you zoned out until you felt a weight next to you, “sit up and drink up.” you listened, mumbling a thank you.

“i like you.”

you choked on your tea, “you what? riki that’s not funny, that’s mean. you’re being mean.” you spoke quickly and waved your hand brushing him off.

“i’m not lying to you, i’ve been hitting on you this entire time!” riki exclaimed and sat back astonished.

you set the tea down, “it’s hard for me to believe you.”

“i know.” he took a deep breath and leaned his head back, “i know. clearly it is.”

you felt bad now, if he was telling the truth you were the one being mean now…

“i’m sorry, im not used to all of this.” you felt your eyes water and riki sprung into action. he softly grabbed your hands, they were freezing.

“i know you aren’t, listen… i lied when i said i didn’t know we went to the same school-“ he blurted out. you looked up at him.

“what.”

“i’ve had a crush on you since the beginning of school but i didn’t know how to tell you and you were always around that stupid group that never talked to you and i felt really bad but i couldn’t say anything because im known as weird cat boy and i just i was trying to catch that cat to try and impress you but i failed-“

around the middle of his speech it was like time stopped, it was now or never.

if it was a joke and your school social life was over then you could transfer online or something.

you sat up on your knees and made the boy face you, before you leaned in and kissed him.

he tensed up before easing into the kiss, when he pulled away softly he chuckled, “i’m sorry for lying about that, it’s the one thing i lied about and i felt embarrassed for liking you for so long.”

you pecked his lips again, “is it embarrassing to like me?”

“NO!” riki said quickly, “absolutely not! i just felt like a loser, NOT BECAUSE-“

you started to laugh, “i’m just teasing you!” when you calmed down you looked at him, riki’s ears were pink and he was just staring at you.

“thank you for being a real friend to me…” you smiled at him, tearing up again.

“can i be your real boyfriend? or am i about to get friendzoned…?”

you laughed again and hugged him, well tackling him, “you can be my real boyfriend!”

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femboty2k · 7 days

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The Great Trans Girl Exodus Commission Post

Hello once again! To make a long story short: My darling wife and I are trying very hard to be able to move from Texas to Colorado ahead of how bad legislature is getting here. We have savings and a plan but its shaping up to be a very expensive and stressful finding a place to actually move in to. Our lease here is up at the end of June so we're starting to really crack down on trying to find places to apply to. I'm making this post because we would really appreciate some extra funds to add to what we have saved to make this move possible and if its an option: comfortable. We're a pair of trans lesbians trying so very very hard to make a life for ourselves in this country that hates us. Below I've attached some basic pricing and examples of the type of pixel art I do as well as some of my writing as I'm A-Okay writing for other folks if you like my prose or brand of article jank. If you have any questions about anything here please feel free to send me a DM on here and we can talk more about what you want and what I can do for you. Thank you so much if you end up commissioning anything or even if you just share this post. Examples and pricing below the cut:

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mintmoth · 11 days

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I'm sorry to be making a post like this asking for help, but I'm currently between housing situations and that's put me between jobs, so I've been trying to take a couple commissions to try to keep myself from getting into my savings for moving out of state, but I've dipped lower in my funds than I'm comfortable with when I have limited ways of recovering since I'm still struggling with being able to draw regularly.. I'm burnt out and stressed and not being able to push myself to draw regularly is frustrating beyond words both because I need money and also just.. I miss drawing and having fun with it

I'm sorry I'm rambling, I just don't really know how to go "hey can I have help", basically I just need some help getting my funds up a little so I can comfortably get some food, more shampoo and body wash, and possibly some of those plastic drawers so I can put my clothes in them for the next couple months instead of just keeping everything in a suitcase

I'm going to keep trying to get back into the swing of drawing, and hopefully then I'll be able to make a proper commissions post or something so I can better offer something in exchange for help, but just for the moment I'll be at least offering thank you doodles for anything over 20- just leave a note saying what character I know that you'd like to see and I'll do my best

#god i have no idea how to tag this #i hate that i just asked for help earlier this year and now im doing it again #i just need to get back into the swing of drawing #i really really miss having fun drawing #hopfully in a couple months things will even out #mint rambles

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justalildumpling · 1 year

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⇢ renjun as your boyfriend

pairing: renjun x reader genre: fluff, established relationship note: happy bday to our fav lil angry bean jun <33 (also um?!?! he literally has THE BEST bf material photos istg)

your relationship would’ve probably started off as not friends but not dating in a way, whether you met thru mutuals or just naturally, the two of you would’ve felt a spark but wanted to get to know each other before actually pursuing something

renjun would’ve made it obvious but not too obvious about his feelings, enough for you to question it but not enough for you to be completely confident with your evidences

the dreamies would be ROLLING AROUND the floor in frustration, telling him to confess his feelings already and giving you the biggest hints ever with the two of you shrugging them off saying it’s too early

despite the slow burn lead up to your relationship, i feel like renjun’s confession would be rlly casual like you two would be over at one of your guys’ place watching tv on the couch cuddling and renjun would just drop it like- HUH?!

it could literally be a disney movie in the background and renjun would say “you know, that character is my favourite from that movie” and you would laugh and ask him why

“idk it’s just really cute and it reminds me of you in a way, maybe that’s why i’ve always liked you.”

once you started dating, not much would’ve changed in your relationship ok besides from the occasional kissing and hand holding etc

i feel like he would send you little doodles throughout the week that reminded him of you

oh the way he would have the softest smile on his lips whenever he talked to you or if he received any messages from you during his schedules

renjun would have so much care for you whether he would express it thru just random sweet sayings throughout the day like “you look pretty today” or just giving you that honey soaked smile that he has (you know the one)

he would call you love or some sort of cute nickname and would get super happy if you gave him one too (tho wouldn’t admit it to the dreamies LMAO)

the dreamies would so tease him everytime you came over ESP HAECHAN OML which would probably end up in a bickering match between the two so nomin and mark would take you away from the scenario and have a nice civil chat

he doesn’t seem like the type to overdo on PDA but wouldn’t mind small gestures like holding hands or leaning on each other’s shoulders/lap/stomach

tho i feel like he would purposely kiss you in front of haechan just to be petty and see his reaction LMAOO

tho he doesn’t seem like the possessive type, he would get clingy towards you when schedules abroad comes up

“imagine you came with me to Thailand that would be so cool, haha im kidding! i mean… unless??” “ok fine!! i’ll stop guilt tripping you but like just so you know i’m gonna be crying on the plane tomorrow.”

ok. renjun may be a relatively small man but do not underestimate his power/anger like if he found out you were ever mistreated in any way he will fight. like rip to whoever hurts you because jun would roast the heck out of that person (touch them and i’ll destroy you vibe)

your dates will either be aimlessly exploring the city and trying to find the best hotpot spots or food spots in general to just chill nights at your houses just enveloped in peace

you would feel so comfortable around each other, and could feel that the relationship was stable from the start

he seems like the type to communicate problems well and stress the importance of it. even tho it can be hard to communicate sometimes just in case it may hurt the other’s feelings, he makes sure to address the problem on the early stages because he cares and wants to be with you in the long run

he doesn’t seem like he would throw in this much effort for people he thinks isn’t worth his time and energy

the best thing about dating renjun would be that you would feel at home with each other, you guys realise early on that you are each other’s rock, that you can trust each other with your lives and be each other’s driving force to become your best selves

taglist: @polarisjisung @wooyoung-a @w3bqrl @enelrahs @rv7hsua @n0hyuck @neosdaisy @xxxx-23nct @maeumiluv @produmads @dearlyminhyung @shwizhies @baekhyunstruly

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weirdmai · 7 months

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doodles from today <3 (comfort doodles cough cough)

okay so uh, if you don't mind, I'll write out some stuff under the cut (something short, you can skip it, it's okay. It's just something I've been feeling lately and, I dunno, I felt like talking 'bout it lol)

Well, so, I started high school/preparatory school and, wow, it is kinda stressful honestly. Overall because I want to get good grades and I'm worried of not getting the future I want

And if I'm honest with you, as silly as it may sound, mp100 has helped me get through it; just like last year in 9th grade, and in general. This silly show has helped me through so much, and made me want to become a better person, give my effort in everything, and I can't thank it enough

All characters are so lovely and comforting, and the story itself is as well. Ahh, I can't really express how thankful I am that mp100 exists and people capable of sharing such warming stories are too

And, of course, I'm also really thankful to the people in my life. I'm so glad to have them and to know that I can count on them whenever I'm feeling down, they're my motivation to keep going as well

As I may have been feeling so much stressful and negative feelings in general lately, at the same time I've also thought about so many things and people that make me happy and feel warm and thankful to be alive.

Life, there's only one, and, as much as we want to succeed and accomplish certain things, we also have to take care of ourselves and remind us to enjoy the moment and the mere fact that, we're alive; we're breathing; we're in this beautiful planet with beautiful people in it too. Your existence alone has caused such a beautiful impact as well in other people's lives, and I think that the thing that counts the most is that, you're still alive, and that's amazing by itself

It's so hard to keep going and yet, there you are. Here we are all

I'm grateful to be here, to have the friends that I have, to be the person I am today, being capable of creating art that makes me happy and can make other people happy too. I'm so, so glad

If you went all the way down here, I hope some words I said made you feel slightly better in case you were feeling down (it is also a reminder to myself lol)

And, remember, it will all be okay. Even if it doesnt look like it, everything has a solution, and it will turn out well

Keep taking care of yourself and give your best in everything!! All efforts count!!

Remember; you're loved, you're appreciated, and I'm sure the people close to you feel proud of you

Have a good day everyone. Live your life as you want because, well, your life is your own, right?

(mai out)

#mp100 #mp100 fanart #mob psycho 100 fanart #mob psycho 100 #serizawa katsuya #tome kurata #shigeo kageyama #minori asagiri #reigen arataka #fan art #this show has a special meaning to me i love it so much-

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justmossyall · 1 year

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depression hacks masterpost

these are things that will help with mental illness that aren't 'go outside, drink water, and everything will be fine!!!1!!!11!1!11!' those are good fs but they don't work on their own. these will actually help in one way or another :)

hell yeah let's go

open your windows. the fresh air and sunlight will do you good and it takes like 5 seconds.

go buy some plants, there are like a gazillion that are next to impossible to kill. and don't come at me with 'ohhh I'll probably find a way hahaha" NO. the plants will be so helpful! they produce oxygen, bring nature indoors which psychologically improves your mental state, and they're just nice to look at! you can name them! sculpt and/or paint little pots for them!

STOP LISTENING TO SAD MUSIC. I cannot stress this enough. it just makes things worse. please stop. make a playlist of all your favorite stupid, happy, pump-up songs and listen to them all the time until they get annoying. then repeat!

acquire a gazillion stuffed animals. so much serotonin for such a small price

get a water bottle and put fun stickers on it, and designate that water bottle to be only for water. nothing else goes in it. that way you can drink out of it for kind of a long time before needing to wash it. keep it filled with water and actually drink out of it. drink as much water as you can, all the time.

chew gum! idk why but it works bro. especially watermelon.

hug people and ask people to hug you. hugs are so amazing it's like pure happiness but with the added perk of Deep Pressure. it can be from your friends, family, s/o, whoever.

make sure there's a lot of light in your room. not good to wallow in darkness. put up fairy lights, get fun lamps, light candles, keep your blinds open, etc.

dress like how you want to feel. be colorful, fun, and comfortable. don't wear hoodies, sweatpants and ratty old shoes, I know it's appealing but it's just going to keep you in that depressed state. I like to wear dresses, colorful jeans, graphic tees from 5-Below, combat boots, and lots of funky earrings. (seriously 5-Below is a lifesaver for literally anything!!!) you can get a lot of these things for super cheap - I got a 20 pack of fun earrings like duckies, mushrooms, mini water bottles, etc. for like $11, and a lot of my colorful jeans are like 6 bucks at the thrift store. whatever your style is or whatever you want it to be, work to make that happen. because getting dressed is one of the simplest things you'll do in a day, so why not make the most of it?

doodle. it's fun and simple, and it'll give your hands something to do other than pick at your skin if you do that kind of stuff (see below).

on a similar note, make art!!!!! it doesn't have to be good!!!!!! just make art all the time, as often as you can. write crappy fanfiction. make friendship bracelets. sculpt a funky lil cat. draw your comfort characters. art is so healing and it will do wonders for you. even just like run your hands through a giant bag of beads like I do :P

get fidgets and bring them everywhere with you. this is more of an anxiety/stimming thing for me but I pick at my fingers, lips, pimples, eyebrows, etc., and it hurts a lot and will probably leave scars. fidgets are just amazing. I'm partial to tangles and infinity cubes :) gum and chewelry are good for this as well (for when I bite my fingers/clothes or chew the skin off my lips)

if you find yourself with a whole day with nothing to do and you don't have the energy to get up and do anything, go to the park. bring a blanket, some snacks, and headphones, and just lay there and listen to music. sleep. watch youtube. literally anything you would normally do when you don't have energy, except it's outside in the sun and grass and nature around other people who are doing the same thing! 10/10

get a pet if you can. even just fish, but really a fluffy, snuggly animal is probably best such as a dog or cat. OH MY GOD THEY HELP SO MUCH. ANIMALS ARE MAGIC. I don't think I've ever been sad while holding or petting my grandma's dog. (our family doesn't have one right now lol)

spray perfume/body spray on you. faster and easier than deodorant and it usually smells better

if you're gonna scroll, scroll pinterest. honestly, it's probably best to get rid of things like tiktok and snapchat, but that's kinda unrealistic for most people so I get it <3 pinterest is probably gonna be better than other social media cause it's more creative?? if you know what I mean?? and usually it's reading things and not mindlessly watching videos

if you don't have the energy to do stuff with your hair, put it up in a bun! fast simple and easy. takes like 5 seconds, even for someone with super thick curly hair like me. (or cut it short! but most of us aren't brave enough to do that lol)

eat fruit. sweet and comforting, but healthy!! so much better for you than junk food, and honestly it tastes better most of the time too. I recommend strawberries, raspberries, blackberries, watermelon, and cantaloupe. easy to take with you on the go and sooooo good <333

play calming video games such as animal crossing, minecraft, stardew valley, cats with soup (if you're into mobile games), etc. puzzle games are good too! if you want something more combat-y, I would recommend the zelda games or forager. still chill and mellow but has more combat and story/lore

garden if you can. I know this kind of ties in with having plants in your room, but if you're able and you have the energy, keep a flower and/or vegetable garden. there's something so beautiful in putting your hands in the warm dirt, smelling your freshly-planted flowers, eating sun-infused vegetables that taste infinitely better than store-bought. it's so nice, but I know it's not for everyone so don't worry about it if you don't get around to it <3

sleep in the bus/car on the way to school if you're tired. not a perfect solution but better than falling asleep in class

inhale through your nose, not your mouth. it's better for your lungs and you'll get better air quality that way. it also helps calm you better than mouth breathing, and you can't exactly smell the fresh air through your mouth :P

read. sit down and read a book. carry one with you wherever you go. spend a weekend day in the library with a huge stack of books just reading. it's so calming and helps stimulate your brain. doesn't matter what you read as long as it's making you happy :)

surround yourself with color, not dark drab colors. hang up art and posters on your walls, get bright blankets and pillows, lay out a tiny lil carpet, make bead curtains and string them up on your curtain rod, set out little figurines/sculptures around your room. put color and life everywhere around you, and that will start to seep into your soul.

tea is always good. or if you don't like tea, hot water with lemon juice and honey. basically the same :)

if you ever just don't want to do something, like you just absolutely don't want to get up and do _ thing, think about future you. would they be like "bro thanks so much you really helped me out there" if you did the thing? if yes, then do it, no matter how impossible it seems. you'll thank yourself later.

a statement that is near and dear to my heart: if you feel like everyone hates you, sleep. if you feel like you hate everyone, eat. if you feel like you hate yourself, shower.

NO MORE SU!C!DE JOKES. ever. the end! replace "i'm literally gonna kms" jokes or anything along those lines with "i'm literally gonna flop to the floor" or "i'm literally gonna go ham bananas on this place" or whatever wild bullshit pops into your brain.

watch studio ghibli movies. the most amazing things to ever exist. I have never felt sad while watching a ghibli movie. they are basically the definition of peace.

take a bubble bath!!!!! :D

making your bed helps for some reason??? why, I have no idea. but it does bro

get excited about things. smile when you hear your favorite song. hug your amazon package when it comes in. count down the days until a holiday. laugh with joy when you have an amazing day. it makes things so much better.

an important addition: bring snacks everywhere

that's all for now, lmk if you have anything else to add!!! love you guys, I promise it gets better <3

#depression hacks #i love you #so many people love you

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indieyuugure · 7 months

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Hey, Indie!!

Your art is amazing and I love your comics! I think what you do is absolutely amazing and can't wait to see what else you bring to the table.

I'm really excited to see what you have in store for your version of tmnt. With that said, I was wondering if you have any advice for other creators currently trying to sort out a version of their own? If you could recommend anything that be great!!

Once again, I love your art and stories and I hope you have a turtle-tastic week!!

Aw, thank you, I’m glad you like my comics ^v^

WRITE DOWN EVERYTHING, whether it be a stupid little doodle on a page or a few lines of text in a Google docs file, just make sure you have all of it! You’ll tell yourself “No-no! I’ll remember!” No you won’t and you’ll be kicking yourself later.

Don’t be afraid to try something wacky and new. The staple of the TMNT franchise is weird craziness! Go total mad scientist, go above and beyond! Maybe even quite literally out of this world!

Write in some references to other iterations. One thing that is very consistent throughout TMNT is the amount that it references itself. As much as people like new stuff, they also want what they already like and so little personality things or design quirks or full plots that reference past versions make a big difference.

Collaboration, while maybe more of an optional thing, can be so much fun and can add so much more life to your stories and characters! They say that no one man can make a pencil, and the same is true for stories. It can be tough to talk about stuff that you made originally (at least it is for me) but once you get comfortable, it’s extremely fun to be able to pass ideas back and forth and make something even cooler and more refined!

HAVE FUN. I know it sound ridiculous, but I’m serious! If you don’t like the designs? You can change them! You don’t like a character or want someone new? You can fix that too! You are in 100% power to change everything and tweak it to your liking, however there is a point at which too much perfection will stress you out and ruin the whole project. Once you see something as a chore, it is extremely hard to unsee it. Even if you never share your ideas with the world, and it’s just a fun project, nothing is more important than having fun.

I hope this was at all helpful. These are the steps I take whenever I’m creating a story and characters. I wish those of your creating your own versions luck!

Good question! :]

#tmnt #q&a #ninja turtles #original stuff #writing #teenage mutant ninja turtles #story stuff

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lenorahills · 4 months

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Hey! Just wanted to leave a quick note for ya! I absolutely adore your Mileven art! It always manages to brighten my day up when I see it.

These two losers are a huge comfort ship for me but fanart is from my experience rather scarce nowadays, so thanks for keeping my Mileven heart well fed! 💜💛

Aw thank you Anon! I’m gonna use this Ask to just share some thoughts and feelings so I hope you don’t mind. I am sorry I haven’t really been active here (or any of my other accounts for that matter) it’s just

1. I’m reconciling my feelings towards this show with the actions of some vocal disgusting z!onists being part of the cast and crew spreading hatred online. And with that I need to stress that separation from actor and character is what I abide by regardless of anything.

2. The fandom itself being rather quiet with production only just starting up again. Which I feel now can maybe allow me to be more active without as much petty discourse.

Going forward, I still love the show and really moreso now the dedicated fanbase in my corner with Mileven. I’m putting no effort into discourse and “ship wars” as it’s just time wasted. I also don’t think the actions of few reflect the whole. And it’s more than just “famous” people that contribute their creativity to Stranger Things. So many talented people who add to the series that don’t have a platform for hatred and bigotry to be shared and I think in general it’s important to remember that about any media production.

I still love the series and honestly now it’s hitting me that this is the final season with the news that (allegedly) ST5 is starts production again today. I’m gonna just enjoy what’s left of the show that is coming to an end. I’ll be around still drawing my fav losers too, Mike and El (and the others) from time to time. Here’s a wintery doodle. Thanks for reading :)

#Text #Stranger Things #Stranger Things Discussion #Mileven #El Hopper #Mike Wheeler #Mileven Art #ST5 #Ask #Anonymous #Answered

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cheeriecherrymain · 1 year

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Okay,okay,our lovely writer,what do you think about Viktor and an artist s/o who adores him and shows it through sneakily creating a life-size scuplture of him for the Undercity to remind them they have someone looking out for them,even if in Piltover?

I kind of meshed painting and sculpting because I....don't really know how sculpting works. I might doodle a shitty picture of this at some point though.

Requests are open my loves (both SFW/MSFW)

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Viktor x Reader

-Viktor doesn’t realize at first where you’ve been sneaking off to. He knows you’re going somewhere, and every time he catches you, you say it’s ‘to work on art’. He’s a bit confused as to why you won’t just show him what you’re working on - you’ve shown him all your other works in progress.

-What’s so different about this one?

-Many things, apparently. For starters, you’re not working in your usual studio, surrounded by bright natural light and with access to every imaginable medium. He comes by to visit on one of his rare free afternoons, only to run into one of your artist friends, who informs him that she hasn’t seen you in a couple of days.

-Informs him that you packed up a bunch of paints into a backpack, and took off in the direction of the undercity.

-He starts worrying the moment he realizes where you are. He knows that not everything about his home is bad - knows that there are a lot of good people, who are smart and thoughtful and kind. People who wouldn’t bat an eyelash at you, and would leave you be to do whatever it is you’re doing.

-It’s the less than savory characters he’s stressed about. The select few who would take advantage of you, if the opportunity arose. The few who were beyond desperate, looking for an easy way to put a couple cents in their pocket.

-He doesn’t even know what part of the undercity you’re in, and he knows there’s no sense in looking. If he were to ask around, it would only draw more attention to you, and that’s the last thing he wants.

-All he hopes for is that you’ll go undetected long enough to come home to him, where he can hopefully talk some sense into you.

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-You do end up coming home, late into the evening, smelling of pollution and paint fumes, covered in smacks of colour from head to toe.

-You’re obviously startled when you stumble across him on the way to the bathroom, seated comfortable in your little shared lounge, reading one of the books you’d suggested to him. You freeze in the doorway, like a deer in headlights, as he glances up at you.

-You know you’ve been caught.

-You know he’s displeased.

- “I know what this looks like-” you begin, but he’s quick to hold a hand up to shush you. You bite the inside of your cheek, indignantly setting your hands on your hips.

- “You’ve been going to the undercity,” he states, bluntly. “You’ve been going to the undercity, unaccompanied, and without telling anyone. Despite the warnings I’ve given you about how unsafe it is there - especially for someone like you!”

-You want to argue with him, to push back against his nagging, even though you know he’s got a point. You know that you’re an easy target. Even with your old, paint-covered clothes on, you’re too pristine, too done up, to have come from anywhere other than Piltover.

- “I had a good reason,” you grumble, tactfully avoiding his gaze. “It was supposed to be a surprise, a whole thing, but…”

-You sigh, your posture suddenly relaxing and all the fight in you dissipating. Frustrated as he may be, you know that Viktor only wants you to be safe, no matter where you go. You know that if something were to happen to you - something you could have prevented, no less…it would ruin him.

-Tentatively, you hold your hand out to him, still covered in dried pigments. He eyes you warily, his gaze flicking up to your face.

- “I’ll show you what I’ve been working on,” you clarify, wiggling your fingers. “It’s mostly done, anyways. And better viewed at night. Now come on.”

-He takes your hand.

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-An hour later, the two of you are carefully skulking through various alleyways, avoiding pipes and puddles and a multitude of leaks, glowing liquids of questionable origin and little heaps of junk. Even one or two people, most of whom pay you no mind.

-You practically vibrating with excitement, the closer you seem to get to…wherever it is you’re bringing him. Your fingers knit through his, carefully tugging him along in the dark, making sure neither of you trip and fall face first into the walkway.

-He’s just about to ask you if you’re nearing your destination, when suddenly, you stop. So abruptly that he nearly collides with your back, despite his casual pace. He frowns down at you for a second, before his eyes adjust a little more to the lack of light, and he’s able to follow your gaze.

-Able to see what you’re looking at.

-The walls, mostly, are what catches his attention first. Barely glowing where they start, almost seeming to appear out of thin air. They sweep and ooze forward on the flat surface, brightening as they grow thicker and thicker as they twist closer to their destination.

-He recognizes the painting style, of course - it’s yours. Your distinct line techniques, combined with the rough texture of your brush style. He’s able to pick out a couple of different mediums you’ve used, to bend and burst and haze the colours in such a way that makes it look like the tendrils you’ve created are alive.

-Curling around each other like wires, yet pulsing with light almost like they’re breathing.

-You tug on his hand again, pulling him further down the alleyway, moving slower than before as to allow him to watch your art twist and curve around the architecture it’s painted on.

-Until finally, you come to a clearing. Just as unkempt as the area you’d been, it’s an intersection of six different walkways, a jagged circle, about twenty feet in diameter. He glances around, his eyes following the tendrils down the walls and across the ground - all heading inwards from each different path.

-Until they convene in the center.

-Where stands a metal statue, abstract in nature yet welded and twisted so perfectly. Painted with love and attention, in much the same style as the glow that led you both here, only this time it’s so bright it’s nearly blinding.

-You’ve left out his features, leaving the shape up to interpretation and curiosity, but he knows. He can tell in the way you’ve shaped it, and in the way the metal man so carefully holds his creation.

-It’s him, and the hexcore.

-It’s vague, but he knows.

- “You…made this?” he asks, so softly that you can barely hear him. He takes a few steps closer, trailing his eyes over every curve and detail of the sculpture.

- “I did,” you say, quite pleased with yourself. “I thought the undercity would do well to remember someone who’s out there, working his ass off to make things better: searching for answers and looking for ways to find peace.”

-You move towards him, linking your arms together as you come to stand by his side.

- “I know it’s not much,” you sigh. “I know that…my art probably won’t change anything. I know that a lot of people won’t know the significance of the piece, and won’t see the detail and the love that’s gone into it. But…it can offer them a little slice of light in this dark place, if nothing else. It can be a place where they don’t have to worry about the shadows that follow them. I hope.”

-He carefully hooks his cane into the crook of his elbow, and reaches up to cup your jaw, his thumb slowly tracing over the curve of your cheek, regarding you with the utmost admiration and fondness.

- “Thank you,” he murmurs, quiet enough that only you can hear. “You say your art won’t change anything, but it has. You have. You’ve made the world a little bit brighter, because of this.”

-His lips meet yours in tender expression, warm and gentle and familiar.

-You’ve made his world brighter.

#viktor x reader #viktor arcane x reader #arcane x reader #viktor headcanons #requests are open #though honestly more of a bullet point story

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angel-of-the-moons · 6 months

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God I love your work, I’ve been absolutely ADORING all of the stuff you’ve been putting out recently! I’d like to request something as well if your requests are still open! Honestly, I’m on the verge of leaving the spiderverse fandom with how awful I’ve seen some people treat these characters. I’ve seen some HORRIFIC stuff with Pavitr especially but not to mention with Hobie, and the rest of gang. And I just want to give him comfort, and by extension give myself some comfort.

I want to give him just a huge huge tight hug. If the stress of being Spider-Man is finally getting to him, or there’s a part of him that just really wishes he had a mum? “Y-yeah! Yeah I have my aunt! And she’s almost like my mom. B-but-but I just really want my mom….”. I wanna hold him tight and just let him calm down hearing my heartbeat “I know I’m not your mom, but I can be something that’s similar. I can be a hug at the end of the day and a shoulder to cry on. You’re okay, Pavi”

Okay omg this poor baby 😭😭😭

(I'm sorry this has been in my box for so long asdghljfldj)

Cuddle Bug

Pavitr x Mother Figure!Reader

TW/CW: A little angst, self doubt, stress, fluff

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For as long as you have known Pavitr since he came to live with his aunt and uncle, you knew he was this brilliant little bundle of sunshine. All smiles, sweet and polite hellos, and cute little doodles he'd pass to you that he colored during school.

You kept all of them, of course, well into his teen years. You watched him grow up, grieve for the loss of his uncle, fall in love...

But you above all, knew he had a huge weight on his shoulders that seemed to be crushing him every day. He never let anyone know what it was, and it concerned you.

What exactly was stressing out the young boy you helped care for all these years?

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It was one night where you were reading something on your phone that there was a knock to your bedroom window.

You blinked, not sure if you heard right.

Tap.

Tap tap tap tap!

You jolted and almost dropped your phone, staring blankly at the window you'd covered with the curtain, blocking view to the outside.

Could it be a squirrel? It could be a squirrel, right?

Did squirrels even do stuff at night?

You hesitantly stand up and move towards the window, and pull the curtain back.

Your eyes, you were sure, almost popped out of your skull when you saw him. Spider-Man. Clinging to the outside of your window in the middle of the night.

He looked beat up, his suit torn in some places and filthy.

Why he came to you, you didn't know--

He moved his hand in a gesture that said: 'Please open up.'

Then, despite your better judgement, you opened your window, the old thing creaking so loudly you almost cringed, moving to the side to allow the man in.

He was silent, almost disturbingly so, as he just slumped to the ground, his legs crossed and his hands in his lap, almost like a child sitting in class before story time.

"I..." You sputter, quickly closing your window and curtains again. "Why are you--"

"I'm sorry, I just... I didn't know who else to come to." He said, sniffling softly.

Your heart almost stopped at his voice. You knew that voice. You've known it almost every day for years. You listened as it went from high and squeaky, to the even tone of a growing young man...

You slowly turned, and kneeled next to him, your face a mask of concern, confusion... And... You weren't sure what else.

"Pavitr?" You breathe.

His hand shakily reached up and pulled his mask off, revealing his bruised and scuffed face, dried blood just around one of his nostrils.

Immediately your instincts took over and you frantically dug around your cabinet in your room for the spare first aid kit, and rushed back to him, soaking a cotton ball with some wound wash and dabbing one of the thin cuts on his face, wiping the dried blood from his nose.

His eyes seemed so... dark. Clouded with guilt and exhaustion. It wasn't like the youthful and energetic young man you'd watched grow all these years. He looked so... haunted.

"I just... I didn't know who... I was just..." He said, his lip wobbling slightly.

"...Okay. It's okay. You're all right. I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere." You say softly, bringing the boy into a tight hug, rocking him slightly as he clings to you, sniffling.

"It's just so hard... It's so hard to keep it all going. To keep doing it. I feel like I'm not good enough..."

He continues to babble to you as you held him, letting him rattle off his concerns, and fears. Fears that he wasn't enough as a person or he wasn't a good enough hero...

You stayed like that for you weren't sure how long.

When he finally pulled away you moved to sit next to him, shoulder to shoulder as you both stay in a long, pregnant silence.

"I didn't want to stress Maya out about this." Pavitr admits, rubbing his sore cheek. "I... You just felt like the right person to come to... I just... I..."

"It's okay." You tell him, bringing your arm around his shoulders to tuck him against you in a soft hug.

"...I wish I still had my mom." He said, his voice cracking, showing all the vulnerability someone of his age still had.

"I know, sweet pea." You tell him.

"I... I wish I still had her. I miss her. I... I know I have my Aunty Maya." He said, his face trembling as he started to break down, tears starting to well up in his eyes, blurring his vision.

"But I just want my mom sometimes--"

Pavitr broke down before he could finish his sentence, hiccups and soft sobs coming from him as he buries his face in his hands.

"Hey, hey hey." You murmur to him, bringing him close and holding him tight, rubbing up and down his back gently as he cried into your bosom.

"It's okay, honey. That's perfectly understandable and normal." You say. "I know I'm not your mom. But I'm here for you, okay? I love you like family, kiddo. You and your Aunty are all I have."

You kiss the crown of his head in a comforting, maternal gesture.

"If you ever need someone to come to, if you ever just want to cry, or vent, I'm here for you, sweetheart. I know I'm not your mom, I know I can't replace her. But I can be pretty close to one for you, okay?"

He drags his gaze up, tears and a little snot running down his face as he looked up at you.

All of a sudden, all you could picture was a day when he was little, when he fell off his bike and scraped his knee. You'd dropped your groceries and ran over to him, coddling and claiming him with a sweet kiss to his forehead and gentle words to soothe his upset.

You blinked and the image was gone, and you were looking at a young man, scared, and crying.

"Really?" He asked, his voice small, tiny.

"Really." You say, grabbing a wet cloth from the kitchen, wiping his face gently clean with all the gentleness and care a mother reserved for her child.

He might not be your blood or of your womb, but you loved Pavitr Prabhakar like your own son more than anything.

And yeah, you weren't his mom, but you felt your heart surge with pride and happiness when Pavitr nodded, smiling at you.

"I'd like that." He sniffles.

You smile back warmly.

"Cool. Now... Why on earth didn't you tell me sooner that you were Spider-Man, young man? I am going to worry about you even more now, I hope you know!"

Pavitr snorted, and broke down into laughter.

"To be fair, um... Well, I mean. Aunt Maya doesn't know, so uhm..."

You give him the best "mom-glare" you could muster. "Pavitr..."

"Okay, okay! I was gonna tell you!"

"So tell me now, from the beginning."

"Okay, okay, okay. It all started when I got bit by a radioactive spider, right?" He started, his hands moving animatedly as he speaks.

"A radioactive spider." You repeat, doubt in your tone.

"Hey! You said you wanted to hear the story, and it starts with that dumb spider! So lemme tell it!"

#🌙 answered #pavitr prabhakar x you #pavitr prabhakar x reader #spiderverse pavitr #pavitr prabhakar

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look: the only arguments in favor of webtoons ive ever heard hinge greatly on the idea that the vastness of the audience on webtoons is crucial to one’s success in the “webcomic business” nowadays. people need money to live. to make money quickly in the entertainment business (and i would like to stress that this is the first time the artist makes a choice: when they decide to pursue art as a career. deciding to do this is not a choice that should be made lightly. additionally, i do not believe that people are being forced to turn to webcomics in order to make a living lol. can you even imagine), they turn toward the algorithmically curated and inflated numbers offered by webtoons.

i’ll start this off with my bone fides so i have to clarify any of this in follow up posts: i started workshopping my webcomic on tumblr in 2012 with doodles and by answering asks people would send me. i would also just post lore dumps for funsies. they are so barely related to the comic now, but they created interest and people asked me cool questions that made me think about the world i was creating. i started the comic in 2013. holy shit i really am coming up on a decade of webcomics. hold on i have to stand up and walk around for a second. picture to break up all these words so your eyes dont slide off the page:

i made enough money on patreon (as a very early adopter) to live in beaverton, oregon (with first 3, then 1 other roommate[s]) living the most spartan lifestyle a person could manage in order to avoid having to go back to my hometown. now i live in confusing moderate comfort in a house my bf and i bought in a burst of sheer market based luck right before everything exploded. we used all of my savings i earned working from age 15-30 as a down payment.

i still try to take care of myself entirely and contribute a proportional amt of my income to the bills. i use government aid and use(d) it get a lot of medical help that i would not have been able to afford otherwise (medicare for all btw its unconscionable that this isnt the norm). i sincerely enjoyed my poverty and i felt like i understood how to live under those parameters with ease and comfort. i was poor but i was free. i do not like that i have to disclose this in order for people not to immediately dismiss me as coming from a place of monetary privilege. this shit is none of your business. im not interested being assigned a perception to my work and character that does not come from my words and deeds. i do not want “poverty artist” to be the signifier attached to me, forever, that people can scrutinize and obsess over whether or not i deserve the adjective i dislike.

but for things i do like: i like my audience very much, and i hope that they understand that they are under no obligation to care for me, keep me alive, finance me, etc. that is entirely my responsibility. but it is through their continued donations and support that i am able to draw my comic full time in a lifestyle i found comfortable, something that i sincerely imagined would not be possible while i was still working and in college. my audience of ~1.5k (i think, google analytics is kinda whack. lotta bots. this is with all that shit i could find filtered out) has been built up gradually over the past near decade and is comprised of funny, lighthearted freaks of nature who make me laugh very frequently. i just cant let them know that or they will become too powerful and use jokes to destroy me. i dont think i have a single bad thing to say about AGS readers. you guys are a hoot lol.

i do not have a discord dedicated to my work because i find the idea pretty unappealing and have had moderator experience in the past on other websites that i did not enjoy. i did not have comments on my comic until this year. previously the only way to contact me was via twitter, tumblr ask or email. i advertise my comic twice on update days, once in the morning and once at night, so i dont flood dashboards. i do not sign up for zines or jobs. i do not promote my work otherwise. well, there’s a link in my sa avatar, but let’s be real. no one’s clicking that.

WITH ALL THAT SAID:

i cannot empathize with the people who pursue the webtoons line of monetization and i find parts of (what must be) their reasoning morally abhorrent. im not even going to get into the predatory and laughable “pay per page” concept, an idea so blatantly evil that if it were pitched in any other medium it would get you laughed out of the room at best. im not going to talk about the ridiculous audacity of a comic host demanding you produce a minimum number of panels “per page” (im old lol bear with me) in order to be granted the golden laurels of “publication” (another choice the artist makes is the choice to pursue becoming a “webtoons original” as a financial goal. i think this is wildly unreasonable for every reason. but whatever. you might as well bet on winning the lottery). im going to talk about the bizarre mentality i cannot wrap my head around when it comes to what people are expecting when they sign up for a website that openly flaunts how disinterested it is in anything other wringing its user base financially dry.

if webtoons is not interested in anything other than financial gain and their purpose is to make more money every quarter at any cost, then why would that mentality not directly impact and poison the relationship between you and your audience, as well as your relationship with your art?

but lets put even THAT aside. god there’s so much i could hammer on. i will just focus on audience right now.

1. the quantity of an audience is not proportional to the quality of the audience. i dont think anyone is going to debate with me that the webtoons audience is good lol. this is because the webtoons userbase is comprised almost entirely of random teenagers and adults under 25. this age range is permitted to act like insane hooligans (to an extent) because that’s what the vast majority of us were like in some capacity or another at that age. i frequently hear complaints from creators about how their webtoons audience are frequently ungrateful, irrational, and impatient to them. this is the obvious outcome when two parties, especially parties that are doing business with each other, are shoved together due to algorithmic decisions and not by their own volition. both parties have been robbed of the opportunity of building up a relationship of trust and respect between the artist and the audience. however, building up this relationship takes time. and people want to be be making money as artists right now. presumably.

2. the primary purpose of an audience is not to obtain money from them. at least, dear god, i really hope this is not the idea driving people’s desire to do webcomics as a career. the creators entering the field with this mindset are DOA, straight up. even if you were capable of hiding your odious motivations, whose money are you willing to pursue? would you change your comic if it meant making more money from the audience? do the highest bidders influence the artistic choices being made? is that the relationship you want with your audience? in that case, why not just take furry porn commissions, a field which makes fucking stacks upon stacks of cash? why bother with webcomics and all this extra work?

3. why would an audience of teens and young adults have money to spare? lol for real tho. teens dont often have unfettered access to cash. college age adults are famously deeply in debt to the nightmare state we live in. to jump into this audience with your hands held open is going to result in disappointment when they’ve already prioritized giving what little they have to artists they already know. i dont know what people are expecting with this one. it’s like panning for gold in a swimming pool.

this doesnt even touch on the uglier stuff. but the choice to go all in with webtoon is foolish, selfish, motivated by greed and childish false promises of fame. i do not have any respect for the artists that line up in the hopes that they can simply “jump the line” and skip one of the most, if not the single most, important aspects of a career in art, as though it’s a tutorial mission they are simply too advanced and skilled to sit through. i am not going to feel bad for or comfort the people who saw a company strangling and smothering everything it touches, a company that is subjecting its customers into increasingly more incremental means of payment, a company that has objectively unreasonable demands for the art they host compared to what they pay out, AND WILLINGLY SIGNED ON TO SECURE THEIR OWN BAG.

so that they didnt have to build an audience! the fuck!

my assessment is that to use webtoons is to have a vast amount of disrespect for your audience.

#webtoons #long post/

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elbarkla · 1 month

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Check it out everyone, 3 years of art progress! And I wrote a guide for beginners! 😊

Hi! I’m Laura, age 31. I’ve always drawn occasionally, but never really stuck with it. Frankly it stressed me out. I’d draw for a month, then cry a bunch, then quit for a couple more years. But this time I turned it into a habit somehow. I’ve been drawing near-daily since Feb ‘21 and my life is better for it. Art’s a huge part of me now; it affects how I spend my time, how I express myself, and how I see the world. I feel like a happier, more complete human being.

So here’s what worked for me. This is a guide for hobbyists (I don’t have commercial ambitions) and it may or may not work for you. But I hope you can learn something from it regardless. Without further ado, my thesis:

~ Laura’s Steps for Drawing A Lot and Hopefully Getting Better ~

1 – Manage Your Health

Know what’s bad for your art? Depression! Glad I got around to treating mine. But for real, if you lack self-confidence you might want to check your mental health. It isn’t the sole factor but it can rapidly overtake the others. Every day I see a post like “how do I improve, every time I try to draw I’m overwhelmed with thoughts I’m bad at everything and a burden to the people around me”. That’s relatable but not a healthy way to see yourself. Low self-esteem can be treated. Please consider talking to someone - you’re a wonderful, lovable person and deserve a happy life.

Also, try to get plenty of sleep and eat regular meals; it helps with everything. Exercise is worth a shot too. Going for walks is good for your mind and body. Yes it’s boring, but boredom gives you space to imagine things.

#2 – Make It Fun

You’re taking this too seriously. Yes, you. It’s just a hobby. Take the pressure off. Have fun.

What does that mean? It means you need to make art approachable. It has to be a comfort hobby you’re naturally drawn to. That means killing all thoughts of what you SHOULD do. If it makes you want to draw, go for it. Anime characters? Pretty ladies? Fanart? Furries? Doodles from imagination? Zentangles? Pencils? Digital? Do it. If drawing the “right way” burns you out, draw things the wrong way instead. You know who draws a lot? Children. You know who doesn’t draw super well? Children. Have that mindset. Draw like a child. Don’t compare yourself to others; just enjoy the process of creating something. You had that ability once and I know you can reacquire it.

Intimidated by an empty sketchbook? Don’t wanna ruin a white page? That’s OK; find something you don’t mind ruining. Grab a half-used notebook and a ballpoint pen. You EXPECT those to look horrendous. If you can have fun filling that notebook, you can have fun drawing regularly, and if you draw regularly you can slowly improve your art. It happened to me. I went from rarely drawing to wanting to do it every day. I still sketch in ballpoint now; it’s fun and comfortable.

Also, if drawing’s NOT fun? That’s OK too! There’s loads of ways to express creativity; go do do one of those. For me it was The Sims 3, then knitting, then drawing. Find something accessible and build your confidence up. The world needs bonsai trees and Minecraft castles just as much as drawings. <3

#3 – Seek Instruction

You’ve made drawing a habit, congratulations! You’ve probably learned heaps already; it’s natural to work out techniques as you go. But deducing art wisdom from scratch isn’t super efficient. There’s no need to reinvent the wheel when you can learn so much from others.

You can do a paid course (great way to meet people), but you don’t have to. All the information’s free on the internet! Teachers will cover the same things in different ways or from different perspectives. There’s no exclusive knowledge; the more you study, the more overlap you’ll notice. It all comes together for a more complete understanding of fundamental concepts.

Here’s some of my favourite resources (currently all available free online)(except the Winslow one which was taken down, boo):

r/artfundamentals, ie. drawabox.com . A great starter course on how to hold a pen, draw lines, build forms and so on. You can follow structured lessons or just practice whatever you need to.

How to Draw: Drawing and Sketching Objects and Environments from Your Imagination, by Scott Robertson. This book’s the gold standard on perspective and great for technical thinkers. It gets VERY advanced but there’s basic stuff to learn from as well. If the textbook intimidates you, try this excellent video playlist by Dan Beardshaw. He walks you through the same concepts in a simple approachable manner. Vital information if you want your work to look 3D.

anything by Andrew Loomis. He’s an icon for a reason; the Loomis head is a standard art tool to this day. I also enjoy the anachronistic career advice (“all advertisers will pay for a well-drawn head” or whatever it was). Here’s the ones I’ve read and enjoyed:

Fun with a Pencil

Figure Drawing for All It’s Worth

Drawing The Head and Hands

Creative Illustration (my current fave, great for composition)

Classic Human Anatomy in Motion, by Valerie L. Winslow. Hot take – people who say “learn anatomy” to beginners are idiots. SO MANY fundamentals come before anatomy if you wanna draw good-looking characters. You’ll get better results studying proportion, form, gesture, shapes and composition first. But if/when you want to learn bones and muscles, this is the book for you! It’s probably overkill, but I loved the breakdown of facial muscles and how they create expression. Top-tier reaction image material.

Proko!! Fabulous Youtube channel. Not only is Stan a great teacher, he invites on other artists too. Just go to his search bar and plug in a keyword; you’ll always find something helpful. I recommend his channel if you want to draw humans (loads of gesture, forms, proportion, anatomy etc.), but there’s a video or two on everything. Some of my other favourite videos:

Mind-Blowing Realistic Shading Tricks. Simple effective intro to light and shadow, I still go back and learn from it.

How to Draw Dynamic Shapes – FORCE Series Part 3. So compelling I bought the book afterwards. Blew my mind, instantly improved all my shapes and in turn my composition and gesture.

Painting Skin Tones and How Light Affects Color. Marco Bucci’s a genius with colours, he explains value and saturation in such fascinating ways.

Digital Shape Carving with Scott Flanders – good companion to the shading video above, teaches dramatic silhouettes and cel-shading within a really interesting workflow.

Google. Any question. Throw it in. Someone’s made a video or reddit post about it. You’d be surprised! I swear, the number of times I’ve typed “composition tips” or “digital watercolour clip studio paint” or “how draw horse head”.

Remember, take it easy. Don’t burn yourself out. Back off if you feel the tears creeping in. Study should supplement your drawings, not replace them. If in doubt, revert to step 2 – “bad” art is better than no art.

4– Study Life

If you did step 3 you’re way ahead of me on this one. USE REFERENCES. Draw things from photos (or real life if possible). Fill your brain with visual information. Here’s a thread I made for sharing references of humans.

What if you prefer to draw from imagination? That’s fine – try a hybrid approach. Doodle whatever comes to you, then look up references and try again. For example I’ll doodle a bear, then draw from photos of bears, then doodle new bears using the things I learned. It’s fun and also a good way to test your knowledge. You may also enjoy combining different references; eg drawing animal fusions, combining poses with an outfits etc. It gets easier to do the more you practice.

Between art pieces I keep a balance between drawing from imagination, drawing from reference, following art lessons, and studying other artists. Speaking of which –

5 – Study Art

Ever heard “Don’t draw anime until you’ve learned anatomy?” or “Learn the rules before you break them?” I strongly disagree with both of those statements. Fundamentals are great but there’s never a point you stop learning them, and studying life won’t teach you how to stylise. That’s why you also need to learn from your favourite artworks. This gets easier/more efficient as you build your broader art skills, but you can learn styles at any point of your art journey (see – step 2). In fact, it makes study more enjoyable, since stylised art can look better and feel more “you”. You already know what you want to create– why not start now?

Let’s take anime as an example. That’s a huge genre with loads of variation. So, what’s your personal taste? Round and cute, or sharp and serious? Choose your favourite shows and study how they do it. Observe their lines, shapes and proportions. Then try it yourself. Make fanart. Not only is replication good art practice in general, it’ll teach you a bunch of new tricks. For original work, pull from loads of sources, the more diverse the better. Work in your love for Silver Age comics or medieval tapestries or German expressionism. The more places you learn from, the more unique and personal your style will be. Your art becomes a visual scrapbook of all the artists you love. I think that’s beautiful. <3

6 – Find Community

Art friends! Best thing ever. You can bond over your shared obsession, commiserate over tough parts, and learn about art together. A lot of my drawings are in-jokes exchanged with my BFF. I’ve known them from childhood (lucky) but apparently adults can make friends too. Fandom spaces are great for this; many Discord channels have a dedicated artists’ zone. You can also try r/sketchdaily or challenges like Mermay/Inktober if you want a sense of community.

If you don’t have art friends (yet), that’s OK; parasocial works too! I like watching “Draw With Me” content on Youtube. It’s great to put on while you’re creating, especially when you don’t have the energy for something educational. Not only is it inspiring, you can learn tips and tricks along the way. And of course, you can never go wrong with Bob Ross.

7 – Be Interesting

The very first step was to manage your health. In a way, we’ve looped back to the beginning. Because no matter what you do, art begins and ends with who you are. You can practice fundamentals 12 hours a day but if you never live your life, you’ll never make interesting art. No one cares for artists whose only character trait is how hard they grind. So go be the most vibrant version of yourself. Take up weird hobbies. Make weird friends. Seek new experiences. Question the beliefs you grew up with. Read books for a while instead of drawing. Develop your principles. Embrace what makes you different. Survive the worst year of your life somehow. Learn what makes you thrive. Your art won’t be for everyone. But it WILL mean the world to some. And to me, that’s the whole point of doing this. Good luck, fellow artist. The world is your adventure yet to come. I believe in you. <3

#art progress #art tips #art tutorial #art resources #art guide #artists on tumblr #elbarklaart

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unfinshedsentec · 2 years

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Chifuyu, Kazutora, Sanzu and Mikey with an s/o who loves to take pictures of them in a polaroid cam (they ask their bae first before taking their photo, of course). Then one day, they give something to the boys as a gift, and it's a scrapbook-photo album with little doodles, silly captions and/or long-written heartfelt letters with tiny remembrances on specific dates such as a small seashell, a four-leaf clover, a petal that perfectly resembles a heart, etc. (1/2)

hey love! Thank you so much for requesting <3 I’m so so sorry it took so…I just LoVe to procrastinate😭

In any case, writing something super fluffy was absolutely amazing and comforting (especially with the new chapters lol.) I hope you enjoy <33

when they have an s/o who likes scrapbooking!

reader is gender neutral!

characters: mikey, chifuyu, kazutora, and sanzu

tw: maybe cursing (I can’t remember)

mikey

Mikey never really understood the whole scrapbooking thing himself, but he didn’t mind it. After all, he knew you really loved to do it, and if it made you happy, then that’s all that mattered.

In fact, he really didn’t mind being a test subject for somethings. When you wanted to mess with your camera a bit, he would absolutely be the test subject you’d take a picture of. If you simply wanted his opinion on something, he’d tell you, but of course, to him everything you do is amazing.

If anything, he found it cute, especially when he saw how excited you got when making the final product.

He found it even more adorable when you took it upon yourself to make a scrapbook for Toman.

That little scrapbook was full of some of his favorite memories, and it would always be something close to his heart. It showed so many of all the fun moments he and Toman had together, and it just made him smile

He loved it. And now, you’re making another scrapbook for him!

Lately, Mikey had been particularly stressed, and you wanted to do something to make him feel better. So, you decided to do something you knew he would love.

You made a scrapbook full of pictures, objects, and just little things from your relationship. It was full of things from Mikey’s favorite times, and just little things to represent your amazing love. You added all these cute things like love letters, 4-leave clovers, drawings, and little things you knew would represent and bring good luck in your relationship.

Honestly, this scrapbook was something that was very close to your heart. And now that it was done and you were about to give it to Mikey, you hoped it would do the same for him.

Excitedly, you knocked on the door to Mikey’s room/garage and waited for him. You were bouncing up and down while you excitedly hugged the scrapbook close to your chest. You could feel your heart pounding while the anticipation killed you.

After what seemed like forever, a messy-haired, droopy-eyed Mikey opened the door. He seemed a little surprised to see you, but nonetheless, he was excited, and he sweetly smiled at you.

Of course, while he led you in, he also noticed the book in your hands, and curiously, he looked at it.

“What’s that?” Mikey asked, pointing at the book. Casually he sat down on the couch and plopped you down next to him. Then, he leaned in closer to you and your scrapbook.

“Hmmm this?” you began, handing the book over to Mikey. “It’s for you!”

“For me? Why? Did I miss something?” You could practically see panic set in on Mikey’s face. Clearly, he thought he forgot something.

“No! You just seemed so stressed lately…I wanted to give you something to make you feel better!”

A slight blush appeared on Mikey’s face before he sweetly smiled at you. “Thanks babe”

“Of course…. Now open it!”

Curiously, Mikey looked over the front of the book before he finally set it down on his lap and opened it. At first, when he first opened it, he was just shocked. His mouth was agape, and he slowly ran his finger over the pictures. But as he flipped through each page with so many good memories and so many words of love, he found himself tearing up.

Each page really did bring every happy moment with you to life. It made his stresses go away and filled his heart with love. He couldn’t help but tear up from it all. It was just so…. nice. It had been a while since he felt so happy.

“Mikey?!” you yelled, noticing your crying boyfriend, immediately, you wrapped your arms around his face and let him rest his head on your shoulder.

“Thank you Y/n…. thank you so much”

That one scrapbook indeed filled Mikey’s heart to the brim. It became one of his most treasured items, and any time he felt down, he would flip through those pages and remember how much love and happiness there really is.

You really are Mikey’s heart, and that really showed through on each page of the book.

Mikey really does love you more than anything~

chifuyu

Chifuyu always loves how excited you get when it comes to scrapbooking.

He loves being able to see the huge smile on your face every time you take a picture of him, and especially of Peke J. It always warmed his heart to see your eyes shine when you made your friends or family scrapbooks of their own, and he always happily listened while you went on rants about what you’re going to do and how you’re going to do it.

He loves being able to look through all the scrapbooks you make and really just looks up to how much work you put into them. He hoped one day he would get his own, but as far as Chifuyu was concerned he had you, and that was more than enough.

Little did he know that for your 1-year anniversary, you were actually making him his own scrapbook, and this one was the one you had out the most work in.

You put in tons of cute pictures and tons of memories with Chifuyu. There were pictures of dates you both had been on, simple pictures of lazy days with Chifuyu, pictures of you hugging and kissing him. You put in every picture you could find that brought back happy memories.

You even wrote him multiple love letters and put in tons of little charms that reminded you of your relationship. You really did everything you could to show your love for Chifuyu through, and you could only hope that he would love it as much as you do.

Honestly, you were just so excited to see his reaction! And finally, after spending weeks putting the scrapbook together you were finally ready to give it to Chifuyu on the day of your 1-year.

You guys didn’t want to do much but go on a little picnic date and spend time together. You did just that, and while you and Chifuyu ate and admired the cherry blossoms, you exchanged gifts.

Chifuyu gave you a beautiful promise ring and told you all about his intention to stay with you for life. And you, gave him his favorite manga, and of course the scrapbook.

“For me?” Chifuyu asked, looking down at the beautiful, leather-covered book you handed to him.

“Mhmm! That’s your main gift”

Chifuyu could already feel himself getting excited while he looked at the book, and he hoped it was exactly what he though it was. The idea of having his own scrapbook made him so happy and he could already feel himself grinning.

“What’re you waiting for? Open it!” you happily urged.

Of course, without a moments waste, Chifuyu opened it, and boy did the tears flow immediately.

All the moments and little things that meant so much to your relationship was right there on the pages. Just seeing it all brough back so many happy memories and he just started sobbing on the first page.

Needless to say, Chifuyu absolutely adored the gift. And trust me, he always talks about the scrapbook you made and constantly was it off to other people.

It’s really something he’s not only proud of, but also just brings him joy. And with all the stuff he has to deal with, that one scrapbook ended up being his savior, and it will always hold a special place in his heart~

kazutora

Kazutora loves your hobby of scrapbooking. In fact, it fascinates him.

He loves watching you put together your scrapbooks, and truly admires the art that you put together. He thinks it’s so cool that you take so many amazing pictures and collect so many cute things all to put it in one book that shows your care and love for one person.

Honestly, it was something that made him fall for you more. And he just adores you and everything you do.

After a while, he asked you if he could help you, and soon enough, he was helping you make each scrapbook.

Hell, he even made his own!

It was honestly adorable and each time you saw him all focused on the book he was making, you fell for him harder.

Soon enough, after you saw Kazutora’s own love and fascination towards scrapbooking, you decided to make his own full of things dedicated to your relationship.

This scrapbook was by far the one you put the most work in. You collected so many pictures, so many love letter, so many trinkets from your relationship that it was insane. There were things in there that you knew Kazutora could only understand, and so many cute inside jokes! Of course, to top it all off, you made him his own love letter that was pages and pages full of you confessing how much you love him.

This was honestly the scrapbook you were the proudest of, and you absolutely could not wait to give Kazutora his own.

You ended up just giving it to him on a random Tuesday. It wasn’t a special day or anything, just the Tuesday you happened to finally finish the scrapbook.

“A SCRAP BOOK? FOR ME?” Kazutora yelled the moment he saw the book. He knew the look of a scrapbook in his heart, and he knew damn well that he finally got his own!

Kazutora couldn’t help hut let a wide smile form on his face.

“It sure is! Now open it! I want to see your face when you go through it!”

“YAYYYYY”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Kazutora opened the book, and honestly, he was more than pleasantly surprised.

For him, it was surreal in a way. He always wanted his own scrapbook but actually having it in his hands and being able to look through all the memories and pages just gave him a wave of happy emotions.

Kazutora found himself smiling and laughing at the whole thing. He read it multiple times. And finally, he just went up to you and cuddled with you, while he read the book again.

Then suddenly, he stood up and brought back his own book.

“What’s this?”

“It’s YOUR scrapbook! Open it!”

Now here you were, with Kazutora looking through the scrapbook he made for you, and honestly, you had never felt so happy.

You were usually the one giving, not receiving, and to be completely honest, it was a whole different happy sensation.

Both you and Kazutora will never forget this day and these scrapbooks. They are treasured closely to your hearts, and they will forever be something that makes you happy~

sanzu

When you first met Sanzu, he frankly didn’t care all that much about things like scrapbooking, or drawing, or really anything in that field. It’s not something that’s at all related into the things that he’s interested in, so he really never paid much attention to it.

However, you were into it, so, although it wasn’t something he’s interested in, Sanzu let you talk all about your scrapbooking’s and what you planned to do with each one.

He let you do what you want play around with thing on him, and soon enough really found himself curious about the way you do things.

You’re really the only person he’s seen take so many amazing photos on a polaroid camera, and you’re the only one he watched make something out of blank papers. He honestly found himself baffled by it all, and before he knew it, Sanzu found himself watching you put together each scrapbook you made with absolute fascination.

In a way, it warmed his heart. Seeing you smile and put so much love into one object showed him that there was still love in the world, and you would be the one to truly show him the full potential of that love.

You were his heart, and he was yours.

Of course, as your relationship continued, you decided that you wanted to make your now-interested boyfriend his own scrapbook, and you prayed he would absolutely fall in love with it.

Each picture you took of him you put in. The experiment pictures and the pictures of you and Sanzu happy were put in. You included pictures of you and Sanzu happily kissing hugging, along with items that you had collected on previous dates. Shells, clovers, and doodles filled the pages, and of course, at the back of the book, you wrote him a beautiful love letter full or words that truly described how much you love him.

It was honestly the book you were most proud of, you hoped that he would love it as much as you love it.

After months of collecting stuff and making the scrapbook in secret, you finally finished the book and gave it to him for his birthday.

“Huh?” Sanzu questioned, looking at beautiful hard-cover book. “What’s this?”

“Open it and you’ll see!”

“…Okay?”

Sanzu was confused, but after seeing your excited look and scanning the actual book, he finally opened the HUGE scrapbook and honestly, he was frozen in shock.

He was expecting a lot of things, but a scrapbook you clearly put a lot of time and hard work in was not one of them, especially since he didn’t think he deserved something like this. But here he was with a beautiful scrapbook in his hand, and as he flipped through the pages, he found himself with a heart full of happiness.

And for the first time in a while, Sanzu found himself with a true, happy smile on his face. One that could light up the whole world.

This book was definitely something that he would treasure, and he would forever go back to it and smile from all the happy memories that are captured in it.

He loves you, and you love him. And all of that love together was really shown in a scrapbook, one that would forever be close to both of your hearts.

//end!

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Dark Road Daemon Redux

With Dark Road done and dusted, I thought now would be the perfect time to redo their Daemons. I did think about changing a few of them (Urd and Bragi’s) but decided against it since they still fit them.

Instead of a full-body pose for each of them like I did last time, I opted for smaller portraits, Since most of their Daemons are really small. And I reused my Bragi drawing from my Dark Road Doodle page.

While none of them have changed much physically; I did change their little bios, colours and most names to bring them more in-line with what we know about these characters now. Spoilers for Dark Road under the Keep Reading;

Vör

Settled: Grasshopper Mouse Daemon Name: Hugleikr Looks: A small mouse with dirty-blonde fur and white unders. His eyes are large and his teeth sharp.

A very playful little Daemon, ever curious of the world. He helps push Vör out of her comfort zone and explore new experience and broaden her talents.

Symbolism: I did originally choose Vör’s Daemon on the premise of ‘looks cute, but will actually hurt you’, and honestly- with Vör being able to lift a boulder twice her size- surprising Eraqus, Xehanort and the audience, I’m happy to have kept her choice. Grasshopper mice maybe small rodents, but they often battle and consume vastly more dangerous prey such as venomous spiders and scorpions. the name Hugleikr derive from the Norse for ‘Heart’ (hugr) and ‘play’ (leikr).

Hermod

Settled: Calabrian Black Squirrel Daemon Name: Rata Looks: A deep silvery-blue with dark points and are darker tail-tip.

A worry-wort and not one to keep still, Rata can often be seen pacing the shoulders of Hermod when under stress. When calm however, she can remember most things Hermod has forgotten.

Symbology: I chose a squirrel for the parallel between the Nose myth of Hermod traveling to Hel and back for Baldr, and the Squirrel, Ratatoskr, who travels the world tree. Hermod is also not one who likes to sit idle, and can think fast in dire situations. The squirrel that travels between the top of the world-tree and its roots in Norse myth is called Ratatoskr. Rata is the first half of the name that can be interpreted as ‘Traveler’.

Bragi

Settled: Red Kite Daemon Name: Rún Looks: A ruddy-orange hawkish bird with a grey head but orange ‘eyebrows’. She has arrow-like markings on her chest and under. While often reserved, Rún can become quite talkative and Quippy on occasion, although it seems as almost nothing seems to phase her any longer, which helps her cool-headed façade. Symbology: I originally had a Red Kite for Bragi before we know so much about him and who he really was. I opted to keep the Daemon shape, as it would help Luxu blend in more. Interestingly, Red Kites are observant birds who will also scavenge in opportune moments, and in the UK- they have started to steal food from people in the same vein as seagulls; showing that they are very adaptable creatures with a lot of foresight. Rún in ancient Norse is the word for ‘Secret’ as well as ‘magic’.

Urd

Settled: European Garden Spider Daemon Name: Vefr Looks: Deep orange spider with black markings

Vefr is a private Daemon and often finds himself ruminating on things. Even so, he is able to carefully pick his way through his thoughts to find useful information at the time. Symbology: Urd is the name for the one of the three fate of the future that spin threat to determine the lifespan and fate of mortals. Urd is also very cool-headed and mindful for the future, and even refused to go with Vala if it meant abandoning her friends, although she thought of that decision often afterwards, showing her as methodical, much like how a spider must be methodical in spinning its web. Vefr is old Norse for ‘Web’ or ‘Weave’.

Baldr

Settled: Sweedish Flower-hen Daemon Name: Hel Looks: A white and grey hen with mistletoe markings. She has become quite faded and tattered ever since the disappearance of Baldr’s sister, Hoder and her Darmon, Tyr.

She used to be quite bubbly and cheerful, but ever since the disappearance of Hoder, she has been reserved and quiet.

Symbology: Baldr in Norse myth is the god that represents the summer sun. Chickens- roosters especially are associated with the raising sun. Norse myth Baldr is also said to be very eager to do battle- something we unfortunately see parallel in Dark Road. ‘Chicken’ may be synonymous with ‘coward’, but the birds often fight off hawks and foxes to protect themselves and their chicks. Hel is the name of the goddess who ruled over the world of Hel; a place where dead spirits came to wait for Ragnarok.

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