#wow i cant stop drawing these two

[dotcircledot]

drops these and runs away

#rayllum #the dragon prince #tdp #guess what it’s them AGAIN #wow i cant stop drawing these two #help #rayllum make me ill #rayla #callum #dotcircledotart

[wuntrum]

ok so my current life goals are : get top surgery, mutually fall in love with someone who has a good job and lives in toronto, move to toronto, go to film school and do film

#personal #these are like DISTANT distant goals. however i cant shake the feeling that i should go into film #like man idk...it seems so interesting to me #i love art of course. and im not gonna stop drawing or painting or whatever #but after seeing so many young artists dying from stress and overwork its just like man. do i want to grind in this specific way forever? #IDK IDK. im just throwing this here so i can look back in 40 billion years and say either wow i was wrong or wow we did that 👍 #anyways. if step two applies to you let me know (kidding) (unless?)

[jolivira]

work in progress...

#the last of us #tlou hbo #fanart #sketch #jolivira #wow its been a while i dont even remember my art tags #anyways i cant stop thinking about these two #and this scene #ellie #joel #ive missed drawing so much

[e-vay]

Tails and CC head canons if I may share:

I feel that Tails has very crackly joints, especially his spine because of his height, leading to CC being jumpscared at the sound of it as if he’d just broken half his bones lol

As CC grows as a person I can see her becoming very interested in the medical field, as she seems very interested in helping people and how mobians work in general. I was torn on if she would be a good surgeon or not as I think the skill would come naturally for her but also the moral dilemma of having to cut someone open would be a lot.

Foxes are red and green colour blind but CC being a robot wouldn’t be. She forgets sometimes and is very confused when he cant distinguish items.

CC is a morning person who likes to get the most of the day but Tails does his best work in the evenings when it’s quiet and he knows he won’t be bothered.

CC likes to develop useless skills like how to spin pens and flick tooth picks and playing cards to make them stick in the wall. She just loves learning and seeing what happens.

Tails is the type to be effected by the weather. When is winter he’s less productive and tends to sleep more. When the seasons are warmer and brighter CC can’t stop him from working. Extra points for Tails sneezing in the sun and getting headaches before thunderstorms.

Hope you enjoyed my hc dump, love your art sm and have a great day!!

WOW WOW WOW!!!!

I absolutely LOVE THESE! All of these are so perfect and so them. Hope you don't mind but (apart from the color blind one) these are all OFFICIAL now!

Thank you for sharing these, they make my heart so happy! Makes me really want to draw those two ASAP

#ask me #evayQA #headcanon #headcanons #tailsxCC #tall!tails #miles tails prower #cc #cc the ai #sonic trash

[nevadas-night-time-novelist]

How about Deimos x Reader x Sanford? I kept seeing the 2B x reader x Hank stuff so I thought why not with the other two?

Deimos x Reader x Sanford - idk i cant think of a title for this one.

If Doc happened to have money saved over, he'd always put it towards an extra set of hands or two in the base. Being splintered from the main S.Q. hub put a bit of a strain on him and his small team of mercs, any additional help they could afford was a lifesaver.

Initially you'd picked up a short term contract with him, kill a few grunts and get paid, currently the most stable from of work out in the badlands, but you quickly found yourself becoming part of the furniture.

Deimos could get along with anyone and everyone, Sanford took a cautious approach but he warmed up to you in no time, Hank hadn't tried to kill you yet and had even given you a thumbs up after working with them as a duo, and Doc enjoyed that your work was cheap yet good quality.

Sitting in the softest chair in the base, you were decompressing after a laborious solo mission, reading an old paperback that Doc had brought in one day. Often the older man would bring home new literature he'd found on his own ventures, and in times where there was little else to do, his library was perfect for killing time.

"-And yeah, brains all over the place." Sanford's deep voice piqued your attention, sounds like he and Deimos are back.

"Heheh- Dude that's hilarious. So bummed I missed that." The shorter of the duo entered first, and his gaze fell on you instantly. "Woah, look who beat us back. Doc dishin' out the easy missions to you then eh?"

He was a handsome man, that was undeniable, and his charming disposition added to his appeal. "Yeah, cause I'm his favourite." You joked back. "He's adamant about not killing. Can't say the same for you twoooo~"

"Psh, Doc knows we can handle tougher jobs than you. Who took down Hank together?" Sanford's voice boomed, he was still high off adrenaline and excitable.

"We did, boi!" Dei grinned, drawing his hand back. There was a loud, audible clap as the two high-fived. A successful mission always lead to sparks of energy in the air, even when they were exhausted.

You couldn't help but giggle at that. "Okay, sure, you guys stopped Hank that one time. But I've got the power to stop 'em with words alone before they fly off the handle, and that's real skill."

Deimos threw himself over the back of the chair. "Blah, you're not the smoothest talker of the group. Everyone knows that's my job."

"Sure about that?" You set your book down, hand caressing his stubbly chin, and for once, he didn't have a witty retort. Dei's face turned bright red, cheeks flushed.

"Uh.. huh."

Sanford raised an eyebrow. "Wow, you actually managed to shut him up. Impressive." He sat on the arm of the chair, throwing his arm around the back of it. "But can you take the heat as well as you dish it?" Lifting his sunglasses, he showed off his gold eyes.

Fuck. He had you there. His lengthy lashes perfectly framed his eyes, he was gorgeous and he damn well knew it, and he knew you knew it too. "Thought not." He smiled, good looks and a great brain, there was nothing this man was incapable of.

"Sure, fine, you got me there, but are you ready for my retort?" Your face felt warm, San had gotten under your skin.

He raised an eyebrow again, silent anticipation. Careful observation of Dei and San's actions lead you to figure out his weaknesses, and copying one of Dei's favoured techniques, you darted forward, planting a kiss on his neck, just under his jaw.

"Well shit, lookie that." Dei pinched San's cheek. "They've got you there Fordie. Heh, guess you're pretty decent. But uh, y'really gonna kiss my boyfriend in front of me?" He tilted his head, frowning slightly.

"Well um-" He waved his hand, cutting you off.

"So cold. Y'know out of the two of us, I had a thing for you first. Only after I told San about my crush on ya did he see the light. Tch, and you kissed him first." Dei lowered his head, visor covering his eyes.

"Wait, what?" You looks between the both, each silent and not meeting your gaze. "You're kidding, right?"

Silence.

"You're not kidding. I suppose I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel the same."

A shy smile crossed San's face. "You do?"

Dei spun his visor around. "How could they not? Just look at your cute face."

"Yes. Frankly I'm surprised it's mutual on both ends. But I guess I am actually the most charismatic after all, you've been dethroned Deimos. By your own admission too. How's that feel?" Deimos looked to Sanford, a grin spreading across his face.

Both men leaned down, silencing you as they kissed your cheeks.

Oh my.

#deimos #sanford #madness combat #madcom #sanmos #sanmos x reader #deimos x reader #sanford x reader #madness combat x reader #madness combat reader insert #x gon deliver to ya

[zeltqz]

BLINDED BY IGNORANCE

pairings — rindou haitani x fem!reader

genre — pining, secret crush, friends → enemies -> lovers, best friends, slow burn, eventual romance, coming of age, angst

warnings — sanzu is rindou’s best man (sorry ran), haitani rindou is so done, basically he cant control his mouth when hes mad, alcohol and drinking underage (rebellious teen things).

word count: 6.2k

notes — jealous rindou has been plaguing my mind for the last 2 weeks and i decided to finally get it out of my head. oh, and no explicit smut in this fic so minors can interact. look at me being generous and shit

“Ran.”

“What.”

“Since when does [Y/N] know Sanzu?” Ran looks up from his phone to see Rindou pointing inside a classroom. Inside that classroom, Sanzu Haruchiyo in the flesh was sitting next you, showing you some stupid shit on his phone and making you laugh.

Ran ultimately didn’t care, but Rindou was peeved. He ultimately has no reason to be angry, cause for what? You were allowed to have friends with other people. He doesn’t mind that. It’s who you’re making friends with. 

It was bad enough that Ran already befriended you after Rindou did, made him feel not so special anymore having to share every single one of his friends with his brother. Now Haruchiyo has joined the mix.

“Guess you’re all in the same class now.” Ran gave a nonchalant shrug before heading down the hallway to his own classroom. Rindou glared daggers into Sanzu’s back, as if trying to get his attention through mind-reading. Seems to have worked when Sanzu feels a looming dark aura behind him and whips his head to see the potential threat, only to find out that it’s just Rindou’s usual grumpy self.

“Are you going to enter the classroom or keep standing out there like a creep?” Sanzu cracks a smile as he watches Rindou roll his eyes before entering the classroom, tossing his bag off his back and dropping it on the table next to Sanzu’s.

Your table is at the end, by the window and he’s so tempted to take the seat behind you so that one, he can stare at you without being creepy and unnoticed, and two, he can’t spend the school year next to Sanzu.

Sanzu for starters, sleeps in class, snores even, he draws doodles in his book and disrupts the patience of students within a 10m radius of him by passing around his notebook to show off his horrible art skills. Oh and another thing, he rips paper so fucking loud. If he makes a mistake in his book, instead of crossing it out like a normal human being, he just rips the entire page.

He’s overall just a horrible and probably — no, most definitely the worst person to sit next to or even be stuck in the same class as for an entire year. Whilst Sanzu is distracted, leaning over other students desks to show them more shitty unfunny videos that always manage to make Sanzu tear up with laughter, Rindou taps your shoulder to get your attention, “Out of everyone in this school to befriend, you choose him?”

You laugh breathlessly. “Stop, he seems nice.”

“That’s only an illusion. The niceness will fade then you’re left with a troublesome, infuriating wackjob that doesn’t know personal space.” The two of you glance over at where Sanzu’s upper body is currently splayed across a random students desk as he shows a group of people videos on his phone. The poor student who’s desk Sanzu is occupying has a frown on his face as he can’t reach his bag to take his stuff out. 

“Wow, he really doesn’t know personal space,” you say amazed at how one person could manage to cause a traffic jam of students in a classroom. “He seems cool though, and he’s funny.”

Internally, Rindou starts to panic. You’ve only known Sanzu for like 10-15 minutes..? Yet you’ve already fallen for his charm. “That’s how it starts [Y/N],” Rindou takes this opportunity to touch your shoulder and leave it resting there. You don’t notice how badly Rindou has it for you, simple physical contact with you will have his inner body going haywire as if there’s a circuit malfunction where his brain should be.

It took Rindou approximately 3 months to realize he’s developing not so friendly feelings for you. The way he gets pissed off when your attention is on anybody that’s not him, the way he always has to look in your direction, the way you take up literally 90% of his mind. The other 10% goes to chicken strips, gum and limited edition simpson stickers. 

That’s actually similar to how the two of you met. It was raining one afternoon after school and you both entered the nearest store for shelter. The rain was heavy, like hailstone type heavy rain. The two of you made eye contact for a second, then eyes trailing down to the last umbrella left on the rack. 

It was like a race. You weren’t sure who moved first, but both of you instantly went and grabbed it. Rindou grabbed it first, but you weren’t about to leave this store without that umbrella. You snatched it off of him, but his grip was so strong that he tugged it and you almost went flying. 

“Give it.” You say and Rindou raises his brow, giving you a look like ?? 

“If you can’t see, I grabbed it first.” Rindou tugs again but this time you expected it, so you didn’t budge. “I need it more.”

You two hold a staring contest, each of you gripping each end of the umbrella. You give a deflated sigh, “I need that umbrella to pick up my little sister from daycare. She can’t get sick in this weather and we don’t have enough money for an Uber.”

The man behind the counter even puts his hand over his heart at your sob story. Rindou is either heartless cause he doesn’t give a shit, or he can tell you’re lying. “Look at your shoes,” he points to them, “they are at least 73,000¥.”

Your eyes shot open as you realized you were wearing the shoes your dad bought you for your 15th birthday. Yes— they were expensive. 

“I-, I stole these.” You're about to give another false sob story until he cuts you off. 

“Enough with the lies, I need this umbrella cause I just dyed my hair and I don’t want it to get rinsed.” Rindou points to the blue streaks in his hair and you eye him quizzically. “Out of every color in the world, you chose blue?”

Rindou scoffs, “blue is my favorite color, and what?”

“It looks fucking horrible that’s what.” You say annoyed and Rindou glares at you, about to think of a comeback until the guy behind the counter coughs. 

“Incase you both didn’t realize, the rain stopped.” 

The two of you both whip your head to the window, seeing the sidewalk still wet with previous rainfall, but the skies were gray but dry. Not a single drop of rain left. 

“Oh,” you both say, dropping the umbrella.

“I’m sorry about what I said about your hair, it looks nice the more I stare at it.” You say , suddenly feeling guilty for being rude to a random stranger over a goddamn umbrella.  

Rindou just eyes you as you quickly grab the first thing you see on the shelf, a pack of mint gum, “I’ll buy this for you, if you want.”

“Are you saying my breath stinks?” Rindou teases and you quickly shake your head, “No! I just grabbed the first thing I—,”

Rindou starts laughing as the look of panic invades your features. “I was just kidding.”

“You’re not funny,” the panic leaves your face, now filled with a glare/pout. 

“I’m Rindou by the way. Haitani.”

“That name sounds familiar, are you—,”

“Ran Haitani’s younger brother? Yeah that’s how everyone knows me.” Rindou is clearly irritated but you shook your head which genuinely made him confused. 

“I was going to say you are in my class. I would have recognised you if it wasn’t for the um,” you gesture to the blue streaks in his hair. Rindou looks up, a strand of blue in his peripheral vision. 

“Oh.” 

Silence fills the store. The store clerk scans the gum and hands it to you but you just pass it onto Rindou, since you did buy it for him. “Thanks by the way, you didn’t have to.”

You shushed him saying that you wanted to give him anything because you felt bad. The two of you walk outside the store together and head different ways after exchanging a small goodbye wave. 

The next morning, you see him in your class and send him another wave. Rindou just nods in your direction and goes back to talking to his friends. 

Later on during that lesson, the teacher tells the class to get into pairs to complete a worksheet. Since the printing paper in the school was getting a bit restricted, the amounts of paper/worksheets were limited. 

Rindou would’ve just partnered up with his friends that he made in that class, but his gaze landed on you, twirling your pen as you sat alone in the corner, visibly upset over something. 

Turns out Rindou isn’t as heartless as he thought because he excused himself from his friends and made his way over to you. “Here,” he pulled out the packet of gum you bought him yesterday and offered you some. 

You remembered the entire incident in the store and huffed out a breathy laugh. “Thought you would’ve gulped that down by now.” You say while making room on the seat next to you, removing your bag that was placed there so he can sit down. 

“You must really think my breath stinks don’t you.” Rindou says, faking offense and you laugh again, but a bit louder which catches him off guard cause it sounds nice. 

“I promise I don’t think your breath stinks, just that most people I know always finish an entire pack of gum in a day.”

Rindou hates gum cause he doesn’t understand the point. Toothpaste literally exists. If your breath stinks, just use fucking toothpaste. 

“I personally don’t even like gum, it’s like edible portable toothpaste.” Rindou complains, then wonders to himself why he didn’t just throw the gum packet away after you gave it to him. 

“I never thought of it that way.” You admit and send him a small smile before closing your mouth because the teacher was coming. 

The teacher passes by and hands you both a worksheet. You grab your pen and start copying the sentences into your notebook and then answering the questions. 

Rindou didn’t expect you and him to actually become friends. It’s weird because the two of you clicked pretty easily. From that day forth, Rindou progressively moved his seat from the corner he was normally at, over to your corner. 

The teacher was tired of telling him to go back to an arranged seating plan and eventually just moved him permanently to let him sit next to you. The only day of the week that Rindou looked forward to was Wednesday because you have double math together. 

Even though he wouldn’t pay attention at all, he just enjoyed your company because you made the lesson fun despite the subject being math. Two months into the friendship, he then realized he had feelings for you simply because you had befriended his motherfucking brother. 

He’d been jealous before in his life. When his mother showered Ran with more attention at home because he was the oldest, he got his first girlfriend at 13, he was taller and more popular in school than Rindou. 

But that sort of jealousy, didn’t compare to what he was seeing right in front of his eyes right now. You giggling stupidly at the words coming out of his brothers mouth. He knows for a fact Ran isn’t that funny and he’d only made you laugh because it was at Rindou's expense. 

When you saw the familiar blue strands of hair from the corner of your eye, you turned to call Rindou over to sit, patting on the chair next to you. Rindou sent Ran a territorial glare as he made his way on over. 

Ran knew almost instantly about Rindou's secret crush. Rindou honestly sucks at hiding his emotions, he’s the more childish one out of the two. Ran hid his emotions well behind a self satisfied smile that almost never leaves his face. Rindou on the other end, when he gets angry, it shows. When he gets sad, it shows. He can’t put a mask on to save his life, so when he’s trying to convince someone that he’s not lying (when he actually is) they catch onto him instantly.

Sort of like Ran did, the moment he asked Rindou if he had a crush on you the second you left the table. “Wh-what? No.” Rindou stammers over his words so easily that it makes Ran facepalm himself.

“You’re fucking ridiculous.” Ran hid his words behind a laugh hidden by his palm, “Stop glaring at me as if I just stole your wife. I know when a girl is off limits.” 

“I don’t like her!” Rindou repeats to try and convince he’s telling the truth (he’s not) but Ran just stands up and leaves Rindou there second guessing his own feelings. That night, he did admit to himself, (not Ran though, he can go screw himself) that he might have caught small feelings for you.

Rindou found himself in a predicament for the next week. He even was searching up ‘How to know if you have a crush’ on google, clicking on the first list and analyzing each bullet point to see if it’s relatable.

5 Signs You Have A Crush, Because The Butterflies Are Real

You Get Excited Just Thinking About Them. ✔️

Rindou literally has an alarm set to wake up on time on Wednesdays, just so he doesn’t miss double math with you. The rest of the days, he wakes up whatever time his body chooses to, then makes his way to school 1 or maybe 3 hours late. Who cares, just that he refuses to miss Wednesday.

You Do Things To Get Their Attention. ✔️

Rindou recalls the time that he was in the middle of telling you something, when one of your friends from your other lessons, enters the class mid lesson. The girl muttered an apology to the class for disrupting the lesson, when in actuality, she should be apologizing to Rindou for ruining his double math lesson with you. The girl asked to speak to you outside so you quickly stood up and shut the door behind you. Rindou watched your silhouette from outside the door as you spoke to the girl using those cute gestures you always use when you talk. You’re so animated and lively, it makes his heart melt. You were out there for at least 5 minutes and he was getting irritated, so he literally excused himself to go to the bathrooms just so he could walk past you and remind you with his presence to go back to class. 

It worked lol.

You Notice Little Details About Them. ✔️

Rindou embarrassed himself one time during lunch and he still beats himself up about it in private. Rindou was sitting way too close to you and accidentally (definitely not on purpose) sniffed your school blazer. “Are you wearing perfume?” He asks, grabbing your blazer with confidence and smelling it more. You laugh and shake your head but continue letting him smell your blazer because you find the whole ordeal comical, “Why do you ask?” Rindou continues smelling your blazer, “i don’t know, it just smells so—” Rindou has to cut his words short to find a more PG word to use other than sexy. “Nice. It smells nice.”  “I didn’t wear any perfume today, but thanks for saying I smell good.” You wink at him and he looks away to hide the embarrassment creeping up his neck. He hears your laughter, one that he normally used to adore hearing, now wishing it would end. Rindou suddenly hears shifting, then your body is close to his, face is his neck as you smell him, “You smell good too.”

He also notices that when you’re nervous, you fidget a lot. Bouncing your leg anxiously, scratching your arm, biting your bottom lip and dig the tips of your fingernails into your palm. When you’re frustrated, your eyebrows crease up and you bite the skin on the inside of your lip.

You Can Imagine Yourself Getting Intimate With Them. ✔️

This is probably one of the things he’s the most ashamed about. It all started in double math when your teacher didn’t show up because she was on a school trip with the third years for the entire day. One of your friends came inside the classroom because their teacher was also away. Basically the class was just filled with students from other classrooms, taking advantage of the lack of teachers. The supply teacher decided that the class was way too noisy and put on a movie for everybody. One of your friends had to stand up on the wall because there was no more seating space, so one of your friends made a suggestive joke asking you to sit on Rindou’s lap to make some room. It was a joke obviously, even Rindou saw it as one, that was until you hopped on his lap anyways to allow your friend to sit down on your seat. The entire movie, you were fidgeting around (one of your nervous habits) and must’ve forgot you were on his lap because you kept on shifting around. It was hell for Rindou. Like ultimate torture. 

That same night was when the wet dreams started. It started off with the two of you just watching a movie inside your room. Pretty average for a dream right? Then you start leaning closer, brushing the strands of hair from his face. Your lips touch his, grabbing his shirt to pull him closer. It’s just a dream, Rindou. You push him flat on the bed, completely forgetting about the movie as you straddle him. Just as you’re about to remove your shirt, he gets jolted awake by Sanzu who elbows him in the face as he turns in his sleep.

You Try To Avoid Them. ✔️

Normally, he would never avoid you. But after the wet dreams started getting more frequent, he became guilty. Having to look at your innocent face as you smile and speak to him and he has to act like he didn’t just jerk off to the thought of you on top of him. 

So maybe he has a slight crush on you. 

But your friendship started to shift on Rindou’s 17th birthday. 

“Hey Rin,” you tap his shoulder to get his attention. Rindou hums, eyes focused on the TV screen as he watches the movie you put on. “Does Ran have any alcohol?”

“Probably, downstairs. Why?”

“Want to get drunk?” You suggest and he turns to look behind his shoulder, eyeing you quizzically, “You serious?”

“I mean, I never got drunk before… and I thought my first time would be with you.” You shift closer towards the end of the bed, “Now are you joining me, or am I going to have to get wasted by myself?”

Rindou takes a moment to think before sliding off the bed, motioning for you to shush as he heads down the stairs, to the kitchen. You stand by the staircase, on lookout for Ran who is sleeping on the couch, cause if he finds out you’re stealing his alcohol, he’s gonna be pretty pissed. 

Once Rindou grabs a bottle, he’s about to head back upstairs but you gesture him to grab another one. Rindou rolls his eyes, grabbing another bottle and you take a bottle from him and head up the stairs back to Rindou’s room.

“If Ran finds out I stole this, he’s gonna murder me.” Rindou admits but you shush him and start trying to crack the bottle open. “We should’ve bought an opener. This is so hard.” Your voice is strained as you put the bottle in your mouth and try to bite the lid off.

“Give it to me, this is sad to watch.” Rindou sighs, sitting down on the floor next to you as you hand him the bottle. “I saw Ran do this with his keys once,” he reaches inside his pocket, grabbing his keys out and twisting it around until it pops open. Your face brightens, excited that he opened the bottle and you kiss his cheek before grabbing the bottle and taking a deep breath before taking a sip.

“This is…. so bitter, bleh.” You smack your lips together, trying to taste it better. 

“Let me try it.” You hand over the bottle and he downs it. “Not that bad to be honest.”

“Open up that one,” you gesture to the other bottle Rindou brought upstairs, “I wanna try this one, maybe it’ll taste better.” Rindou nods and starts to screw open the new bottle lid with his keys. Once he pops it open, he hands it to you and start drinking it. “Oh shit, I prefer this one.”

“Let me try it.” Rindou leans over to grab the bottle from you but you pull back, gatekeeping the bottle. “No, it’s mine.”

“Stop being selfish, let me try some.”

“No, you have that one.” You shift backwards, back hitting the bed as you drink some more. Some spill down your chin and the second you look down to see it dripping down your shirt, Rindou grabs the bottle from your hand.

“HEY!” You yell a bit too loudly, unaware of how loud your voice is, you assume you’re already getting tipsy. You push Rindou down to the ground, and climb over him but he places the bottle over his head. “Let me try some.” Rindou complains when you tackle him to try and grab the bottle back.

“Okay, fine.” You pull back and watch him take a sip out of the bottle. Your eyes are trained on his lips as you stare intensely, the way his lips wrap around the bottle. When he pulls back, his tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip. You start to get restless, thoughts are racing wild. You barely even drank yet you feel like your brain isn’t you, cause sober you wouldn’t even think about doing what you’re about to do.

Rindou is just about to hand the bottle back to you, when you take a hold of his face, and lean down, pressing your lips together. Rindou drops the bottle, letting it spill over the wooden floor when he brings his hands to cup your face as he deepens the kiss. Tongue swiping on your bottom lip, you part your lips open to let him inside. 

Rindou groans when you start to grind down on his lap. The kiss quickly gets heated, both of you not in the right state of mind as you start to unbutton his shirt, moaning into his mouth when he grabs your hips and starts to rake his fingers along the flesh of your waist, squeezing the skin. 

You pull away briefly just to remove your shirt and toss it somewhere across the room. Rindou takes this moment to rake his eyes down your body, “[Y/N],” he says out of breath.

“Yeah.”

“You’re so hot,” he presses his lips to your neck, sucking red marks onto your flesh. “Keep going,” you moan, massaging your fingers in his scalp. Rindou pulls his face out of your neck and makes eye contact with you. You look down and start to roll your hips on his erection.

“Fuck, keep doing that.” Rindou groans as you giggle, repeating your movements. Rindou reaches behind you and undoes your bra, watching the piece of fabric fall to the ground, revealing your tits.

“Can’t believe you’ve been hiding these from me,” Rindou says, pressing his lips to your nipple. A whine pulls from your lips when you feel his hot wet tongue flick your bud. “It’s called wearing clothes Rin— ah fuck—” 

“Get on the bed.” Rindou says, pulling away and adjusts his clothing. You do as he says, and slide on the bed, watching him as he kicks off his sweats and climbs on top of you. You smile, taking his bottom lip and sucking on the flesh before sticking your tongue inside his mouth. 

Your hands cradle his face as you both make out passionately. Lips moving against each others as if you’re starved for attention. A knock on the door breaks both of you away from each other, seeing Ran look at the two of you all content. 

You quickly wrap the sheets around your bare chest and Rindou stands up and heads towards the door. “It’s not what it looks like—”

Ran rolls his eyes and reaches inside his pocket, handing a condom packet before patting his shoulder, “Next time, don’t be so noisy when your big brother is in the house alright?”

Rindou’s face flushes and he shuts the door before his brother could see the redness on his face. That night, the two of you put the alcohol back in the kitchen, and made sure that you never spoke about that heated session ever again, even though it was always lingering in the back of both of your minds.

***

“Bro, did you know [Y/N] has a boyfriend now?” Sanzu blurts out one day. Rindou has no clue if he was directly talking to Rindou or the group as a whole, but by the way Sanzu was staring directly into Rindou’s soul as he spoke, Rindou had a feeling that Sanzu knew about his crush on you.

“Who cares,” Rindou tries to act nonchalant as he continues to scroll through his phone, trying to act like his heart didn’t just shatter into pieces the moment the words left Sanzu’s lips.

“Just saying, I thought you might’ve been more upset about it.” 

What is this idiot thinking? Why is he outing Rindou’s crush to the entire group? Rindou sent him a death stare to shut the fuck up before his friends started to catch on to what Sanzu was implying.

“Why would Rindou be upset about that?” Koko asks, until a moment of realization hits him like a truck. “Oh fuck.”

“Fuck what?” Rindou says first, “nothing is going on.”

“I already knew,” Ran makes everything worse by opening his mouth. Rindou wanted to sink into the ground and just die. This was so embarrassing.

“How do you know she has a boyfriend though?” Ran asks, staring at Rindou who tries his best to act like he doesn’t care about this, when deep down, Ran knows he’s itching to punch something, or a certain boyfriend of yours.

“Just before class this morning, he handed her a container with some cookies. At first, I just thought he was being nice, till he kissed  her on the cheek and left the classroom. I put two and two together and  boom.” 

“Yikes, he can cook too.” Koko fights back a laugh as he stares at Rindou whose fingers are shaking out of pure anger as he types on his phone. 

“Ok who cares? They’re probably stale as fuck,” Rindou bites, fidgeting restlessly in his seat. Sanzu shakes his head, “they taste like heaven.”

“You ate some?!” Rindou raises his voice a little bit, startling Sanzu. “Yeah? They looked good bro.”

“Whatever.” Rindou stands up, leaving his bag there as he puts his phone in his pocket and walks off. They all call out to him as he walks down the hallway but he ignores them all. “He’s fucking pissed,” Ran says, sighing knowing that he’s gonna have to be the one to clean up the mess.

Rindou honestly should have stayed put with his friends because he ended up seeing something he was actively trying to avoid the moment Sanzu opened his mouth. You and your boyfriend, making out by the lockers. Rindou can’t remember much from his 17th birthday, since he was under the influence of alcohol, but he can still sometimes feel your lips on his. Now he’s seeing your lips against your bfs as you’re pressed against the lockers. His hands roaming all over your body as you smile against his lips—

Fuck everything. 

You getting a boyfriend is probably the worst thing to ever happen to Rindou. You brought him everywhere. Rindou tried to get your attention away from your boyfriend and invited you to the park but you weren’t responding to his texts. It’s like you were actively avoiding him and it was killing him inside.

The only times you would speak to Rindou, would be when you were all hanging out as a group. Sanzu + Rindou + You and your irritating boyfriend. He managed to creep his way into the friendship group and be involved in everything. 

“Sanzu, have you figured out what you’re going to study in college?” You ask as you shift your weight on your boyfriend's lap. Sanzu shakes his head, “might have to drop out of school. I don’t know what I want to study.”

“Take your time man,” the boyfriend that shall not be named opens his mouth and Rindou rolls his eyes. “My father didn’t know what he wanted to do till pretty recently. You have all the time in the world so don’t rush it.”

Sanzu has a heartfelt expression on his face as he starts ranting about how good your boyfriend is with words and blah blah. Well that’s what it sounded like to Rindou. Anything that comes out of your boyfriend's mouth is bullshit to Rindou. 

“Isn’t he amazing?” You gloat and turn on his lap to plant a kiss on his forehead. 

“Seen better, but whatever.” Rindou mumbles under his breath. You hear him loud and clear but decide not to say anything so that your boyfriend wouldn’t get upset. You look at your boyfriend but he still has a smile on his face so you took a deep breath and changed the topic, but sending Rindou a death stare nonetheless.

“Rindou, can we talk?” You stand before Rindou and scratch your arm waiting for his response. Rindou notices and recognizes it as one of your nervous habits. You’re nervous to talk to him? 

“Um, sure.” You sit down on the couch next to him, and turn to face him. “Why are you so rude lately? It’s like you’re always moody and I don’t like it.”

“I’m not rude.” Rindou looks away as he speaks. “I just–,” should he say it? Fuck it. “I just don’t like him and I think you can do better.”

You weren’t expecting that. “Oh…. well I love him, so.”

Love? 

“You love him? You barely even fucking know him. It’s been like 2 months!” 

“Actually, 3 months. Who are you to tell me my feelings?” Rindou knows you’re getting frustrated and irritated so he decides to drop it. 

The arguments get more and more frequent, but the worst one yet was when you give everybody a box of cookies that your boyfriend made and hand them out to everybody to try. Rindou takes a single bite and looks around to see everybody's reaction. Either they were overexaggerating, or Rindou has 0 tastebuds because he thought it tastes like fucking ass but the look on everyones face spoke otherwise.

“This is so good!” Sanzu says, already digging through the box for another cookie. Ran nods and says it’s good and you anxiously wait for Rindou’s response. He just stares at you before looking away, putting the unfinished cookie on the table. “Tastes like shit.”

“Okay, what is your problem?” You get defensive, “Why do you always have something negative to say about him? He’s trying so hard to get on your good side, he even made these for you, yet you’re acting like a goddamn child.”

“Cause it tastes bad. Happy now? You expect me to lie and act like it tastes good?” Sanzu puts the cookie down and chews quietly as he watches the argument unfold. “It tastes like straight up flour, now you two idiots hype it up like he used an ingredient from the krabby patty secret formula.”

“Oh, so you’re a professional baker now? Go on then, show me some fucking tasty treats.”

“You know what, forget it. Just drop it.” Rindou’s back to his sulky mood but you’re not having it this time. “Why are you so infuriating? You were fine 5 months ago, now I get a boyfriend and you—” you pause as if the realization finally hits you. “Oh, I get it now.”

“You don’t get anything.”

“No, I understand. You’re fucking jealous that Im dating someone and you’re not.”

What? 

“Huh? I couldn’t care less about dating anybody. I’d rather date my own left toe than date someone who— you know what, let me shut up.” 

“Go eat shit Rindou.” You have no clue what he was gonna say, but you know that if it was enough to make him shut his mouth, then it wasn’t going to be pleasant. 

“No need, I already ate your boyfriend's cookies.” Rindou sends you a fake smile, and walks out of the room. You flop back on your chair, groaning out of pure frustration because another conversation led to another heated argument. But this time, you didn’t think you both would be able to bounce back from this. 

The two of you spent months actively avoiding each other. The last text messages sent were months ago and at night you stare at your phone, just hoping Rindou would come online and text you ‘hey’.

“Have you heard from [Y/N] Ran?” Sanzu asks one day and Ran shakes his head. “Nope, it’s been weeks.”

Rindou’s ears perked up at this. He was actively avoiding you and vice versa, but now you’re avoiding the others? “It’s probably cause of that fucking boyfriend.” Rindou mumbles and for once, Ran and Sanzu agree with him.

“I passed her, in the hallway once and she looked like she was going to speak to me, but her boyfriend showed up behind her and her attention went elsewhere.” Sanzu admits, frowning slightly at the memory, “I hate that dude.”

“Finally, you’re all admitting hes fucking trash and probably pisses inside those cookies.” Rindou grumbles and Sanzu laughs, “No but, you have gotta admit his cookies are good.”

“I’d rather die than ever admit that.” 

***

The following week, Ran knocks on Rindou’s door and says there’s someone here to see you. Rindou assumes it's Sanzu or Koko so he lets them in, only to look up and see you standing right infront of his bed.

“Can we talk?” 

Rindou’s brain stops working for a moment and it’s not until you sit on his bed, the weight bringing him back to reality. “Uh, yeah.” Rindou makes extra room for you to sit down and you take a deep breath and turn to face him.

“I’m sorry….. for arguing with you, um a few months ago. I didn’t want to end our friendship like that, so I, um, needed to apologize in person.” You bite your lip as you finish, staring into Rindou’s eyes. Rindou notices a tear threatening to fall from your face and quickly wipes it before it can. 

“You don’t need to apologize. I should be the one apologizing for saying all those rude things about him. Even though I still dislike his guts, I’ll tolerate him for you.” Rindou’s words made more tears fall from your face. “There’s no need. We broke up yesterday.”

Rindou’s eyes are blown wide as he hears your words. A smile threatening to leave his lips but holds back. Now isn’t the time for celebration. You need comfort right now.

“I’m so sorry to hear that,” He pulls you in for a hug, your scent invading his nose and he dips his head in your hair and kisses the top of your head. You instantly pull away from his hug and look into his eyes. It had been so long since you saw his face, it almost makes more tears fall.

Before you know it, you’re leaning towards him, pressing your lips together. Rindou’s hand caresses your cheek as he feels your lips tremble against his own. “You’re nervous aren’t you?” Rindou mumbles against your lips and you pull back with a shaky breath. “I missed you.”

Rindou is about to lean back in for another kiss but you pull back. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t do this.” Your words cut deeper than the wind. 

“Do what?” Rindou pulls back to read your facial expression. “I can’t,” you whisper and finally make eye contact with him, tears brimming in your eyes. “I’m such an awful person Rin, I…” your voice is shaky and Rindou can see your leg bouncing as you try and finish your sentences. “I used my boyfriend, well ex now, to try and get over my feelings for you. The idea of us being friends forever hurts. I can’t do that and I can’t sit here and just act like everything is oka—,”

“I love you.” Rindou blurts out and you almost choke on your words. 

“Huh?”

“I said, '' I love you. I’ve always loved you. Since we were like 16. Seeing you with that asshole boyfriend just made me angry, and frustrated cause that wasn’t me next to you.”

“Can I kiss you? Properly this time.” Rindou nods and you smile as you lean in, pulling him towards you. “Missed you s’much.” Rindou’s voice is muffled against your lips.

“Missed you more.”

#—tr </3 #niya✍️writes #rindou x reader #rindou smut #rin x reader #rindou haitani #tokyorev x reader #tokyo rev smut #tokyo rev x reader #sanzu x reader #ran x reader #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #haitani ran x reader #ran haitani x reader #tokrev #tokrev x reader

[seven-stars-in-his-palm]

okay but hold me like you scared to sounds so good already (they all sound so good tbh but this one piqued my interest lol) what's it about? and for the fanfic questions 32, 50 and J :))

@frappe-the-peppermint WE GOT ONE 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 ahem oh wow who said that. anyway ill do the questions first then get into fic discussion…

32) Do you listen to music when you write or does music inspire you? If so, which band or genre of music does it for you?

i listen to SO MUCH MUSIC!!!!! it depends on what im wrting tbh but i just queue up a bunch of songs in my liked playlist and write and write until it ends or im no longer on that flow. and well my music taste is an absolute mess so there isnt any one definitive band or genre that does it for me (i only pay attention Sometimes) but i suppose artists like mitski and queen would be a decent summary of my taste 😅

50) How did you get into reading and/or writing fanfiction?

gravity falls, no stop. the first one that ever piqued my interest was versability (originally on ff.net me thinks) and god damn it HOOKED ME!!!! gravity falls was already getting me up but wow that just got me SO MUCH HIGHER. i have a few authors i started binge reading like thesnadger and pinesinthewoods, i started extracting fics from reccs from tumblr artists, soon discovered ao3, and never looked back. and as for writing fic,,,,, well frankly it was the search for the cure’s original form that got me GOING!!!! it originally had crappy ocs as the forefronters but i soon changed that lmao (im definitely not saying theyre bad in general, just those… no) and i wrote So Much For It on my notes app. i didnt realize i culd actually show people until way later, in which i did, and realized that it could actually be better. thats why i reversed back to part one, made the story a part two, scapped the ocs, and…now we’re here. i still love it and gravity falls, i dont really show it here anymore. i really should, man. i need to write for them again!!!! it still excites me!!!! and the prose that im weaving now,,,, id DEMOLISH THE GAME!!!!!!! :)

J) what your favorite fanfic trope? have you written it?

honestly i think just showing you my favorted ao3 tags will paint a very detailed picture. here:

though i suppose if i had to pick one here…god its between time loop and presumed dead (and grief/moruning but idk if thats a trope so much as it is a theme). MMMMMMMM. mmmmm. just YES. the psychological affects of both being a time loop and thinking someone you love is dead but they arent actually are DELICIOUS!!!!!!!!!! they are a MUST HAVE. i daydream constantly, but i havent written time loop yet because while i love it, i havent hadthe motive to write such a thing myself. reading is chill ✊ and presumed dead well i try to throw it is as much as i can, the most recent ive used being a west end town and my favorite being that one kid from jersey ! i need to do more of these fr. its just so GOOD!!!!!!

okay. its finally time for the brainwashing discussing of the fic ! i can tell you alllll about that story and it will be my pleasure sonny 🫡 its a very long story. but short verison in case you dont want to go on: its a Titanic epic . april 1912. iceberg. ive read a few that are AMAZING, but i wanted to write one that catered it allll to Me. it has lesbians, heaven sucking ass, flood parallels, and a king of the world AND draw me like one of your french girls scene. very nice 🔥

okay now its time for the long story. so a super super long time ago for a post i cant even remember (i really wanna find it 😭😭) i for someone reason went on a tangent about the titanic. i had just read this fic called sinking into the sea which was tbh VERY GOOD (and i would read it again fr fr ) but at the time, i was kinda bummed that aziraphale and crowley never actually Interacted when i had expected. aziraphale didnt even know crowley was there!!! it left me feeling melancholy, and realizing that all of the titanic fics ive ate up to that point didnt HIT hit the spot (i didnt find this after this realization, but again, theyre not even on the boat 🤧) so i was feeling a bit incomplete. i started ranting and ranting it was a wholeee wall of a text of what I would do with a titanic story and i realized oh wait i can Do Something with this because i haev free will and actual (somewhat) coherent skill. pepper jumped on the wagon, REALLY REALLY encouraged which i cant thank enough for, and….we’re here. its brewing. i had a very large interest in the titanic for a long time before this tbh, so being able to insert it into The Interest just JUMPSTARTED my brain and it still does to this day. now for the plot….

its 2020, a year after the apocalypse (no pandemic). anathema, newt, brian, crowley, and aziraphale have been assigned to plan adam’s 12th birthday party—they shenanigan, as you do. on the day of the party (adam’s birthday) anathema and newt find a chest in jasmine cottage’s attic full of titanic relics, including a pack of polaroid photos (handheld cameras did indeed exist in 1912, i checked !) which kinda might sort of have a photo of aziraphale and crowley!?!?! it was sent to them about six months before. but after the whole Second Volume fiasco, anathema just sort of wrote it off in that way and Hid It. but newt was curious, he found it, and god it was writtent his way wasnt it. (well, not by the nutter they were thinking of actually). anathema confronts them about itsoon after, and they all sit down to hear the story of the titanic in a sort of rose dawson beat. then its 1912—50ish years since the holy water incident and almost a century since the resurrectionists disaster. aziraphale has been assigned to take this trip to new york for Some Reason (we found out why later) and happened to invite crowley to come along to attempt to make amends after Allat (he really does feel bad, but he will NOT do the holy water thing yet </3) shit occurs, but history atlarge will not be rewritten. it does change their story, though. adding a sprinkle of interest in the device family line. agnes prophec(y)(ies), dancing on deck under the stars, playing cards with humans and winning by a Lot, aziraphale’s artistic skills are put to use at one point—ughghgufhits just so DEAR TO ME!!!!! and of course the conflict will come later, especially considering the religious connections to the titanic sinking—“not even God can sink this ship” type conversation 🥰 aziraphale can and will be made uncomfortable. its for the character development dont worry about it. i even have a playlist for this fic (it sorted by the way the tone shifts thru the story, some songs are silly but they had to stay). pep has also made some song covers to some of the songs that ive heavily connected to the fic and I REALLY FUCKING LIKED. LIKE A LOT. THEYRE AMAZING YOU SHOULD LISTEN IF YOU WANT TO!!!!

the point of all this is that i like titanic fics and im trying to throw my hat in the ring even if its just for me and my friend 🔥🔥 because while others have fed me, i havent seen ones that have documented like Every Single Day on the titanic that aziraphale and crowley would theoretically have as well as developing aziraphale and crowley’s relationship while taking into account whats happened before (insert the story into a part of the timeline seamlessly i think thats how i’d describe) AS WELL AS connecting the reason why the titanic was such a freak tragedy and how the world is not fucking fair instead of just “oh whoops the thing sank 😞” i want NITTY GRITTY DETAIL!!!!!! I WANT GUILT!!!!!!! I WANT CHAOS!!!!!!!! I WANT TALKING ABOUT GOD!!!!!!! I WANT AZIRAPHALE IN A MENTAL CRISIS!!!!! I WANT CROWLEY JUST WANTING TO FUCKING LIVE FUCKING PEACEFULLY!!!!!!! I WANT LESBIANS!!!!!! i need to get on this,,,, so much to do. i love it all and TY FOR THE ASK!!!!

#ask game #iceburg adventures #hath are perceived

[oh-my-damn]

oKAY WOW COME HELL OR HIGHWAYS?! INSANELY GOOD OMFG SO BEAUTIFUL I CANT EVEN COPE😩ur writing is INCREDIBLE i’m just obsessed w you and your mind

okay i feel like these two defo go and get one another’s names on each other? like ari gets her name across his big ole tiddy and maybe she gets like his name on her collar bone? or she gets a preTTY TREE SOMEWHERE OMFG STOP😩🥹

AHH THANK YOU HONEY

This has been sitting in my inbox because I NEEDED to turn this into a drabble !!!

It's so fucking cute !!!!

Highways & Heatstrokes drabble below

Warning: cute, cute, cute moment, fluff, talks of tattoos/needles!

Your fingers are laced with Aris as you wince at the pain inflicted on your skin. It had been your idea; you couldn't get the idea of Ari being forever marked on your skin out of your head. Even if it was more imaginative than just his name.

Right now you're regretting not just going with his name. It's three fucking letters - why the hell would you choose to have an entire tree tattooed on you instead?!

You glance down at your forearm where the tattoo artist is moving the needle over your skin. Your brows furrow, studying it meticulously to ensure he doesn't make any mistakes; you took forever to choose the perfect tree and you would not tolerate it not turning out as pretty on your skin as it did on the paper. You wanted the tree to convey the beauty of Ari; it was big, a thick trunk, large crown that weaved out into many different branches. The coloring is black, making the design more intricate, even the leaves were meticulously drawn out.

Your eyes flit up to Ari's face after a moment, a small smile making its way onto your face when you notice how his eyes are locked on the design currently being painted onto your skin. He feels your eyes on him, quickly meeting your gaze, holding eye contact for a moment.

But then you flinch and whimper when a particular stroke makes it hurt more, scrunching your face up in pain. Ari is there immediately, his free hand brushing over your forehead, fingertips scratching your scalp while he holds your hand firmly in his.

After what feels like forever, the tattoo artist finally finishes.

"All done."

Your eyes move over the intricate design, face splitting into a wide grin as you murmur, "It's perfect."

You get out of the seat before your big, beefy fiancé plops down in it to take your place. He unbuttons his shirt, tan skin revealing itself to you gradually before he points to his left peck, the spot right above his heart.

"I want it right here," Ari says, directing his words to the tattoo artist, "I don't have a specific design drawn out, it's pretty basic, I just need it to be clear."

"Okay," the tattoo artist nods, looking at Ari, "And what are we drawing today?"

You smile warmly as you take Ari's right hand, your fingers tangling with his as he replies, "A sugar cube."

#trucker ari #highways & heatstrokes #drabble #updated #cute #fluff #ari levinson fluff #ari fluff #trucker ari fluff #trucker daddy #trucker ari x sugar

[mahiiimahiiii]

Hiiiii!!!! I saw you were doing Bg3 Pairings and if you’re able I’d be interested in submitting mine. I’ve only don’t this like one other time but I think these a fun so far :))

Age: 19

She/ Her Cis

Myers Briggs: INTP

Likes: Cats (especially mine), Animals in general, classical art, most kinds of music (especially rock and alternative), horror movies, gothic literature, being outside

Dislikes: Cat and Animals Haters, loud noises, people who are very angry all the time, modern pop, Wasps, people who don’t appreciate art and artists, Peas, Lima Beans :(

Favorite Feature: My eyes, most people say I have pretty eyes so I guess thats my most outstanding feature

Favorite Food: Steak and Lobster (also cookies, god I love cookies)

Song that would describe me: Squaring Up by Sir Chloe

Interests: Art, Writing, Going outdoors especially in the rural countryside or in the woods, cats

Hobbies: Drawing, Writing, Reading, Swimming, Weightlifting, dancing, spending time with my cats, listening to music

Mini Description: I’m 5’6, 175 lbs, muscular build, I have shoulder length black dyed hair with purple roots and blunt bangs. I’m goth so I dress in all black like all the time, sometimes I add in some darker colors. Im kind of a quite person until you start talking to me and then I can’t stop yapping about one of my hobbies or interest or some niche topic I really like. It’s funny though because some people are scared to talk to me when they first meet me, and trust me im literally just a goofball who is obsessed with art and cats. When im not studying for my classes im usually working on my comic book that I want to publish and/or working on animation because I want to be an animator and make a show out of my comic book. I like to keep busy, I don’t like to stay still lol

Anyways have a good day/night! Thank you for your time! :D

(i am staring at you with jealousy and disrespect, also you have good taste in music.)

this was a bit more difficult, but ultimately made my decision because sir chloe is very karlach coded, and so is disliking lima beans.

i get that in people are afraid to talk to you, i've heard in some alt subcultures that's the general vibe! i find that those who may be the scariest are the sweetest at heart.

i feel like both of you have an orange cat energy about you, if that makes sense. im feelin, red velvet cupcakes, and those chocolate covered cherries people buy from the dollar store during Christmas time. no clue why anyone would like them, but they're sold nonetheless.

(dunno if that's the most American thing i've said, will someone let me know if it is.)

a couple of odd balls if you catch my drift.

also, you can steal her clothes, though in a modern sense karlach would probably just be in baggy tees and sweats. always the best outfit to have in ones wardrobe.

one thing of her affection would be insisting for you to do her eyeliner, special bonding time, per se.

it reminds me of that image of the two girls doing each-others makeup. :'D

i think because you both have scary dog energy she probably will need to offset it by being bright and bubbly.

a date seems like snuggles when you cant sleep late at night, so you give into the insomnia and watch video essays together, with cups of tea of course. perhaps building a pillow fort!

im sure she would love cats, a little guy in her house!!! a creature just chilling there!!! wow!!!!!

scents would be, rain on concrete, and water left in a water-bottle for too long. both positive things i suppose.

hope you enjoyyyed

#bg3 #bg3 karlach #karlach bg3 #karlach #karlach cliffgate #baulders gate 3 #bg3 pairings #bg3 pairing #asks #anon #anon ask #answered #ask game #ask #pairing

[challahbread]

OKAY because it's insane and i will be giving live updates going forward (i cannot help my Blogger's Temperament) here is the account of my Situation to this point. i was gonna autobio comic-journal it but drawing is way too hard.

so because i am a cringe failwoman leeching off family who cannot find a job and is too sucky to try that hard, the other day i decided to read in the park of the ~cool~ neighborhood i usually loiter in as an excuse to get out of the house. i am sitting there reading alone w my ice cofy and i notice a guy also sitting alone near me, he doesn't look TOO unnatractive and he's my age-ish and actually funnily, not to lift the veil too much into my Real life but he kinda looks like humanstuck of the love interest in this comic i made (where the protag was obviously a self insert) (however also funnily in the followup i will never write i was gonna break them up and have protag go back to her highschool gf because i no longer found the love interest i made that appealing LOL). ANYWAYS im like ok.... experimentally takes cigs out... and bam bait hooked he comes over and asks to bum and we start talking. he's a musician and writer, he's very offline, stoner (obvs), we both write emo menthol illneth shit so we show each other (mine is better tho i'm not even gonna pretend w u guys)... yknow on paper its checkmark after checkmark on the traits i like list but in my actual emotions i got that fluoride stare. anyways he says he has to go and we give each other our numbers and as he's leaving he turns around and says "by the way,!! you're cute!" and i say "you too..!" wow perfect meetcute. i guess. sidenote i cant stop thinkingh how funny it is that i was literally ~dark mysterious troubled beauty reading kafka alone in the park~ like i got this manic pixie dream girl shit FINESSED.

ok act two. i go into a store and eventually later as i'm heading home i run into him again, i'm like "haha i thought you were leaving!" and he's like "i was but i went back to find you again..." once again romantic on paper, MILD POLICE SIRENS IRL, but whatever we hang out a bit more and i show him some places i like in the area (including the comic store which has my aforementioned comic in stock w the characters we look like hugging on the cover ^^;) at some point he says "you have pretty eyes" and i go "ahAHAHA THANKS,,," while autistically avoiding eye contact. anyways now the tumblrinas are caught up bc after that is the overly affectionate texts and then asking a girl you met Once out. "but challah thee bread if every alarm in your body is going off why are you still doing this" A) because i'm in too deep and can't cleanly back out and more importantly B) because i want to have sex. next question!!

#at least this is something to distract from my parasocial paramour neglecting me

[carpisuns]

I just wanna say I have an old post of yours saved in my drafts, about being a beginner artist…. I look at it sometimes to give me perspective and reassurance. Thank you. It has inspired me to continue my hobby/passion even if I don’t get many notes rn. I improve and I see it! Thats all that matters. Thank you. I hope I can be that for someone someday.

oh wow 😭 this just warmed my heart—thank you for sharing with me. i don't know what post you're talking about specifically, but i'm so glad that something i said could give you a little extra boost sometimes<3

it's both cool and sort of embarrassing that this blog is a record of my entire art journey. i didn't start learning how to draw until i got into ML and joined tumblr again about 3.5 years ago, so it has my very earliest art as well as my most recent. the other day my sister and i went through my art tag and i was literally crying with laughter at some of those pieces alskjdf (particularly this one). they're sooo bad but they were my best work at the time! as much as i cringe to look at them now, it's nice to remember how far I've come. There are still so many things I struggle with and things i disappoint myself about, but that's normal because I am still growing. no one stops growing. the artists you look up to the most, whose work seems absolutely flawless to you, are still growing.

and YOU are growing too! whether you feel like you are or not. sometimes it takes looking back to realize it. i'm really glad you can see your improvement! honestly, that's a skill too! having a healthy mindset about your own development can take a lot of internal work so I'm really proud of you for that.

(i got very rambly so cut for the rest lol)

and honestly sometimes the improvement isn't even about what the art looks like—it can just be about how you feel about making it. I think one of my biggest improvements in the last year was getting comfortable with drawing and sharing things that are Bad and Ugly! for example:

the first one i drew 3 years ago, just a few months into learning how to draw. the second one i drew about a month ago. they both have obvious flaws and you could even argue that the old one is better drawn than the newer one. so it's like omg did i not improve at all after over 3 years?? did i actually get worse? lol. no! because a lot of the improvement is internal.

you'll notice that the first one was done in pencil and the second one is pen. it took me years to feel confident enough to sketch in pen because you can't erase! you have to commit to the lines! you can actually see tons of erase marks in the first one, but i didnt even use my white-erase tape at all on the second one. also, the first one is a screen redraw. i was just looking at the image and trying to replicate what i saw the best i can. the second one is new scenes/poses that came from my brain—not that they are very complicated/impressive lol, but there's a difference there. and what you can't see at all is just my attitude about drawing them! i can't particularly remember doing the first one but i guarantee i spent forever on it and was nervous about posting it. second one probably took me 7 mins and i knew it was ugly but i was zero percent embarrassed about that lol. that's progress baby!! cant even tell you how much of a difference it has made to me to let myself draw ugly things. i draw ugly things all the time. some of them get posted online. some of them get shared with one or two friends. some of them get shared with no one. and i've finally learned how to either embrace them as what they are or just shrug it off and go, "you know, this is not it! moving on." blank pages are so intimidating because you have a million opportunities to mess things up, but you also have a million opportunities to explore and learn and experiment and have fun and also to surprise yourself with what you're capable of.

i started out with nothing but a pencil and some powerful blorbo brainrot, and that was enough! that has been enough to power me through years of all the struggles and triumphs that artists go through. it was enough to help me push through every art block and keep drawing to the point that my instincts have improved and things that used to be almost impossible for me are just regular hard lol. i've actually illustrated for a print magazine a few times now, and a few weeks ago i finished my first animatic—which i always wanted to do but didn't have the skill or confidence for.

sorry this is so long, i'm just very passionate about this subject lol!! i just want every growing artist to know that if you keep trying and having fun, improvement is not only possible but inevitable. like, you don't even have to do formal studies if you don't want to. keep looking at art that you like and figuring out what is appealing to you. keep drawing what you feel like drawing. if you're no longer inspired by a piece or it's a little too tough for you right now, it's ok to drop it. you can come back later or never. you have infinite opportunities to make new and better art. and don't forget to give yourself credit for the progress you've already made. it's so hard not to compare yourself to others, and literally everyone—even the best and brightest—feels bad about their work sometimes. but try to compare yourself to your past self and pat yourself on the back for your improvement! it's okay to grow slowly, or in a way that's not so visible on the outside. just remember that you are growing, and you will only get better and better.

also, side note about notes/likes: i know it sucks to feel like your work is not getting attention when you poured a lot into it :( this might sound rich coming from me because i feel that people have been incredibly generous toward my work from the very beginning. but just know that popularity is not really about who "deserves" what, and it's not an accurate reflection of skill either. so if you feel unseen, that doesn't mean your stuff sucks. and you never know what your work might have meant to the people who saw it, even if there aren't that many. art doesn't have to be popular to be meaningful, and it doesn't have to be perfect either.

the world is a little richer and more beautiful because of the ways you are growing and the things you are sharing. so thank you, and please don't stop.

#anon #ask #nice things #positivity #art

[autizmoeddiemunson]

little!will play date with little!steve and babysitter joyce? i seen something kind of similar i think and i really think your writing would go great with that plot!

“Green please?” Will asked, holding out his hand for Steve to give him the green crayon. The boys were laying on the floor, Will drawing, Steve coloring. Even if the headset of a four year old, Will was a very talented artist. Steve however, was struggling to do even simple coloring pages at the same mental age.

“Kids! We’re home!” Joyce called as her & Murray walked through the door. She was surprised by what she saw. She was expecting to see Will & Jane watching TV and Jonathan to be blasting music in his room with that Argyle boy. Instead, though, she saw Will and Steve drawing together while laying on the carpet, pacifiers in their mouths, some kids show on the tv.

She was confused but found it cute. As soon as Steve saw them, he spit the pacifier out of his mouth and quickly sat up. He flipped the coloring sheet over, dropped his crayons, and tried to look as normal as he could, despite the tears stinging in his eyes. She looked away in an attempt to conceal her perplexed face, Murray, however, looked completely unphased.

They walked into the kitchen & started unpacking the groceries. “What’s with your face?” Murray questioned. “Steve just didn’t strike me as… you know.” She replied. “A regressor? That kid’s been through hell and from what I’ve heard the Harringtons aren’t quite a loving family. Poor kid need’s some parental love.”

Joyce put the groceries away as Murray walked back into the living room. He crouched next to Steve and picked up the abandoned pacifier. “Drop something, bud?” Steve looked confused as the man cleaned it with a wet wipe. “What’s wrong?” Murray asked as he handed the pacifier to him. “I was scared you were gonna be mad…” The boy mumbled. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, little one.” He wiped the tears from the little boy’s face and ruffled his hair, chuckling at the whine & annoyed fixing he got in response.

“And how are you, kiddo?” He said, turning to Will. Will wasn’t feeling the most talkative so he proudly showed his drawing to the man. “Such a pretty dragon!” Will giggled at him and removed his pacifier. “It’s not a dragon! Is a wyvern! See? It only has two legs!” Murray chuckled and apologized for his mistake before heading back to the kitchen.

“They’re ok with it?” Steve asked Will, shocked. Will nodded as he kept drawing. “I started accidentally regressing in the upside down and couldn’t stop when i got back. Then, uncle Murray came and he said it was healthy and helped me & mama with it.” He explained. “Wow… If my parents found out, I’d be living with Eddie full time…”

Will noticed the poor boy’s tone and grabbed his favorite stuffie from the couch and handed it to Steve. It was a black bat with a red ‘S + E’ stitched in a heart on the wing. He hugged it closely and placed his pacifier back into his mouth. He happily returned to his coloring.

Murray began cooking dinner for their family. Joyce played with the boys, attempting to beat Steve at a competition in drawing wyverns. She immediately lost despite her drawing being better. Will, being the judge picked Steve’s drawing due to the fact that he drew a wyvern and Joyce drew a dragon.

“Ms byers?” Steve quietly asked. “Call me Joyce, sweetie.” Steve nodded. “Ok, Joyce, can i stay for dinner? My parents aren’t home and Eddie has a show tonight and i cant really cook when im small.” He began rambling, worried she’d be upset at him. “Honey, hush, of course you can stay for dinner.” She smiled.

The 3 of them played for the rest of the evening. “Can you boys set the table?” Murray asked, as he removed his apron. The boys nodded and ran to the kitchen. They set the table, mostly correctly, and happily waited in their seats. Murray carried in a steaming lasagna, Joyce behind him with two sippy cups of juice in hand. “Here you go, boys.” She said as she set them in front of the boys. “Thank you, Joyce!” “Thanks, mama!” The boys said in unison.

Murray served the lasagna and filled their water glasses. They all happily ate dinner, Steve and Will giggling & joking to each other while the adults talked.

Steve finished his lasagna and picked up his water, he didn’t expect how heavy the glass would be and accidentally dropped it. The glass shattered. Steve immediately began sobbing and profusely apologizing, the scared boy was barely breathing.

He attempted to pick up the glass with his bare hands and accidentally cut his palm. As soon as the glass broke, Murray had run to the closet to grab what was needed to clean up the glass. When Joyce saw the boy’s hand, she rushed to get him to the kitchen.

She picked out any debris, ran his hand under water, disinfected it, and bandaged it. She kissed the large sesame street bandaid and walked him to the couch, unfortunately, she couldn’t carry him but will had made his way to the living room to avoid the glass which made him feel better.

“You ok, Stevie?” Will asked, playing with Steve’s fingers, careful not to disturb the wound. Steve nodded as Joyce sat on the couch, allowing the boys to cuddle up to her. “Sweet boys.” She said, rubbing soft circles into their backs. “Thank you, Joyce.” Steve mumbled as his eyelids grew heavy. “Any time, little one.”

#little!will #little!steve #little will byers #little steve harrington #cg!murray #cg!joyce #babysitter joyce #babysitter murray #joyce byers #murray bauman #steve harrington agere #steve harrington #will byers agere #will byers #agere fic #stranger things fic #stranger things agere #st agere #fandom agere #🩺writes

[jellyaibo]

ok wow its been a hot minute since i posted abt any of my dreams, mostly cuz they are either . too short so i cant rlly remember them orrr just nightmares i dont wanna talk about LMAO but dw i have a funny dream:

so i shouldve wrote this the second i woke up cuz now i dont remember EVERYTHING but uhmmmm ahah im cool . anyways in this dream i was watching a new tpot episode? or a tpot short i dont exactly remember but i think it was the latter cuz it really only focused on winner & losers backstory.

it starts off with clock talking to winner while everyones in the middle of a challenge and winner seems a little miffed by it because clock keeps asking them kinda personal questions? with one of them being "why did you leave the spotlight?" their answer to this was kinda funny, they went "you really wanna know why?" and immediately started immitating the sounds/speech of paparazzi that theyd be swarmed by. i dont really remember what they said here but i swear it was some shit like "hey hey [immitating camera click sounds] winner winner hows the 1 1 1 2 2 7 7 3? [click] [click] .how do you feel about the the [click] [click]" and. other things like that idk. this made them start giggling and clock joined in too, then once winner stopped giggling they got a little more serious and started to actually explain their…backstory with loser which went like this:

cue the wobbly transition w that one harp sound and theres a flashback to winner and loser as kids? they look much smaller and their colors are more pastel-ish than before, they were both wearing stupid little boy scout outfits and i think they were in some kind of a summer camp together? and i think thats how they met for the first time?? then theres this shot of them playing while their parents are in the background, which fucking freaked me out cuz they did NOT look like their parents bro (at least the parents me and CD designed obvs) OH and also there was only. one parent for each (which is fitting for winner . sad ! but not loser!) and they did nothing but just stand there while the two were playing it was so freaky . BUT also really fucking funny look

they pretty much just looked like that AHAH (and after this part they just. never appeared again btw)

also i decided to . draw their parents for comparison SJKDHFSJDKHF also cuz its been a while since ive drawn them :3

anyways after this part i think theres a timeskip in the flashback? but this is where things start getting foggy for me, so im not sure but i know this is when winner starts actually talking about their breakup so yeha . that is all

#long post #nate dreamposting #nate.art #also after i woke up from this dream i kept trying to go back to sleep #cuz i was. SO fucking tiredbut uhm . yeah! couldnt! but its fine

[sta7z]

“My Chisel, and The Words of the Unspeaking”  Nancy x Stutterer! Artist! Reader (Pt.1)

εїз｡⋆｡˚ Warnings/Stuff ˚｡⋆｡εїз 𐀔 School 𐀔 Slight Academic Rivarly 𐀔 BYLER 𐀔 Slow burn ish 𐀔 Self Loathing talk 𐀔 Hurt/Comfort 𐀔 Breakdowns

𐀔 Mutual pining 𐀔 Mentions of a bad home life 𐀔 Cursing 𐀔 Google Translate (French is hard I’m not learning that-)

“Okay class, your major project of this semester is to make a sculpture of someone,” the class began chattering to eachother “But!” Everyone stopped. “It has to be someone new, not a celebrity or a character, and not your friends.” He said peering around the room. “Someone you don’t know that well.” The bell rang and everyone grabbed their things and walked out the class. “God who am I going to do my sculpture of?” Will complained, “W-well it c-c-cant be of Mike, ag-gain.” Will laughed, and you were right. The only person Will ever drew was his childhood crush, and now boyfriend, Mike Wheeler. “Who are you going to sculpt?” You shrugged, “n-not sh-sh-sure. Don’t know any-one who wants to talk with a s-s-stutter” Will gave you a sympathetic look, “Hey, you’re such a cool person. I bet I know plenty of people who’d want to be friends with you!” You murmured a ‘th-tha-thanks Will” and headed off for your next class.

ਏਓ ｡ ﾟ🖋__φ(．．;)✏️ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅˙ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅ઇଓ

“Ms Wheeler can you stay behind for a moment?” The literature teacher, who also runs the Journalism club/school news. “ I absolutely adore your writing style, so I have a special assignment for you. I need you to interview someone new, someone Interesting. Not another sports player or the local store runner… maybe one of your fellow students!” Nancy was in a bit of a rush to get out of class so she half-heartedly agreed and rushed out the classroom.

🎨✧:･ﾟ✧{ French Class }:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧🎨 You and Nancy Wheeler were somewhat academic rivals. The two of you at eachother’s neck to see who could get the highest grade overall. But the thing is, you sat next to her in French. Not to say you cheated exactly… you just… peaked at her paper during tests is all. You sketched a bit in your notebook while the teacher was rambling on about the foreign language, Nancy noticed your notebook and nudged you a little. You flinched “s-ssorry” you whispered, “it’s okay, qu'est-ce que tu dessines?” “Huh?” In all honesty. You didn’t pay a wink of attention in class. Using this class period to work on other homework or draw. “qu'est-ce que tu dessines, it means What are you drawing?” You scrambled and made few final touches “u-um th-thi-This.” She grabbed your notebook and her jaw dropped in awe of your creativity.”you drew this just now? We’ve only been in class for a couple minutes!” You nodded shyly. “I-I-it’s n..not done.” Nancy gave you a sweet smile. “Ms Y/L/N, Ms.Wheeler, attention upfront please!” The teacher snapped breaking the moment between the two of you.

{Ring!}

The lunch bell rang, you grabbed your things and started heading for the cafeteria. “Y/N wait!” You hummed in response and turned around, only to see Nancy wheeler coming your way. “Do you want to eat lunch with me or something? I usually spend lunch in the library but I’m fairly hungry.” You smiled “sure! Um, if-f you didn’t p-p-pack a lunch I- kn-kn…know a spot!” Nancy nodded, “we’ll meet in the very back of the cafeteria, alright?” You nodded happily.

ਏਓ ｡ ﾟ🖋__φ(．．;)✏️ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅˙ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅ઇଓ The Studio

You and Nancy grabbed your food, met at the back and began walking around the building. The two of you entered the personal sculpting studio the teacher set up for you. You didn’t have the best home life so you and the teacher spent the entire summer setting up the place, you even got a job at Scoops Ahoy for the summer to raise money for the paint. “Wow…” Nancy murmured “are all of these paintings and sculptures yours?” You blushed, “Y-yeah! H..how did you kn-kn- fuck. How’d you f-figure it out?” Nancy was walking around gently observing your works “It’s your style, so… unique, I could notice it from a mile away.” Nancy smiled at you once again. What was this feeling? Butterflies? No… right?

Nancy took a seat at the clay stained table and you sat beside her. “So, the reason I wanted to talk to you is because I have this Journalism project. I need to interview someone, someone new.” Your breath hitched for a moment “w-well I know plenty of other a-art s-s-st… classmates!” Nancy chuckled running her fingers through her hair “I want to interview you, Y/N.” You looked at her for a moment, trying to see if she was serious. With her confident tone and perfect posture you could see this was more of a demand than an offer. “W-well… okay. But! I h-have a project t-t-too” Nancy tilted her head “what is it?” You wrote down everything the teacher told you and handed it to Nancy. Speaking made you anxious and just stutter even more than you already did. Especially to Someone so beautiful. “You- want to sculpt me?” “Just your head and shoulders! A-a-and it wo-woul-“ you huffed, mumbling a swear under your breath “you could I-interview m..me while I… Yknow” you threw your hands up gesturing at all the supplies. “That sounds like a plan to me” Nancy smiled.

Maybe you were crazy… but the smile Nancy gave you was so, genuine. So kind. Not the kind of ‘half listening’ smile everyone else gave you. This is going to be one heck of a project.

Author’s Note: this was a lot of fun to write and there will be more coming!! NANCY WITH THIS HAIRCUT *feral queer sounds*

#nancy stranger things #isaiah’s idiocy #stranger things x reader #nancy x reader #nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler x y/n #nancy wheeler x you #nancy wheeler x Stutter! Reader #Nancy wheeler x Artist! Reader #Isaiah’s Idiocy

[urostakako]

alright so the thing is when i was 9 or 10 or whatever i was still going to sunday school and i met this girl there and i thought she was so pretty and cool and we became super good friends even tho we were kinda bossy and rude but i mean we were kids so what does that matter. right.

so at some point i stopped going to sunday school and i thought i would never meet her again and i didnt remember her face or anything just that i knew she was pretty and her first name.

and then in my sophomore year of hs there was a girl in my class who had the same name and i was like wow.. i knew someone with that name once... but i didnt think anything about it. and when she took her mask off i thought her face was so familiar but i couldnt place just who she looked like and i kept getting frustrated about it. and i also thought she was really cool and nice and i wanted to be her friend but i didnt know how to approach her

but at some point i ended up learning she had an older brother (which my friend had) and i thought about her last name and it started seeming more possible to me that this classmate's last name was my friend's last name and they were the same person

so i asked her about it after pondering it for like. a year and a half and she was like yeah i went to sunday school yeah i have an older brother and i was like. !!!! its you!!!! ive been thinking about you and wondering about you for years!!! and you were my classmate this whole time!!! ive wanted to be friends with you for ages and it turns out you were my childhood friend!!! how crazy is that!!!

except she didnt remember a thing about me or about our time together. i held on to every little bit and piece, i remember the color of her hijab and the jokes she taught me and the doodles we drew and the way she liked to draw hair and the jacket she wore and the hiding places we hung out and how her brother was friends with mine and the conversations we had and the way we cheated on our arabic test but she didnt remember any of it. and of course its not personal or anything because she didnt remember a single thing about sunday school, it wasnt just me but it got me thinking like

even though they are the same person these are two different people that i knew. one was bossy and rude and silly and was my friend and one is mellower and nice and goofy and not my friend. and nothing can change that. nothing could bring back the her that was my friend, nor can i do anything to be her friend now because the her then and the her now are strangers

logically i know its nothing to be sad over because people grow and move on, and i cant forge a bond with her like when we were kids because friends come and go and many times there just comes a time where they have to leave our lives and we have to be okay with it because that is what is best for us in our life story. but its just so. idk how to describe it. but its a sad emotion. its just so [something] that these are two different people and no matter how much i knew her, knew about her, i couldnt bridge this gap even if i thought it was possible or i wanted to. it makes me sad

#i just miss her i guess. thats ok :) #maybe someday we'll meet again and hit it off or maybe that day will never come and we'll keep being strangers #whatever it is will be what is best for us. but ill still miss her #aricouldyounot

[wildcardaces]

@ruby-static "uh oh! All takumi!" Edition!

Help i cant stop drawing elder!Takumi-

Bonnie: holy shit...you got old!

Takumi: bonnie...!?

Bonnie: ok seriously! How are you holding up?

Takumi: as well as a 2000+ year old can handle!

The second he sees bonnie just hanging around in the future, he truly believes he lost it. But when he realises that no, its bonnie, he is so damn happy. Que the two just talking like time never even passed!

Suddenly nova and takumi-

Nova: holy shit...!

Sometimes youre on a bandit mission, and sometimes you end up seeing somthing you dont really expect. For nova its this giant, strange penguin hybrid and for takumi, its a strange tiny bandit who looks oddly familiar.

And they wont stop following and talking to you

Nova: soo...you got anything? Any stuff of value?

Takumi: ....

Nova: wow, not talkative much, huh?

Nova: how long have you BEEN here?

Takumi: ...

Takumi doesn't really know what to do with Nova. He just wants to rest and honestly doesnt mind if they take a thing or two. He looks so grumpy to nova though when in reality he's more scared to say anything.

And the finale!

Nova: ohoh man this jacket is ancient! Why do you even have this if theres no way you can fit in it? I bet it'd look good on me though-

Takumi: you cant have that. Find somthing else please.

Nova: what the fuck? You CAN talk!?

Dont touch that specific jacket Nova, takumi is very insistent on that.

#agent a bonnie #agent a nova #takumi #club penguin ocs #club penguin oc #club penguin