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[risuola]

ENTRY #6 ♡ F. READER X GOJO SATORU

I open my eyes, Of you — I’m aware, I lower my guards, Strip myself bare.

contents: arranged marriage!au — 1k words

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There were many molds Satoru had to morph himself to somehow fit into and more often than not, he was squeezing in just barely — just enough to get people off his back. He had to work with people he didn’t like, negotiate with clans he couldn’t stand and face higher-ups that he felt nothing but hate towards. Gojo was no stranger to taking orders he didn’t agree with — back in time when he wasn’t exactly who he is right now. A stubborn man, above most jurisdiction. A man of independence, someone who won’t bend and break to fulfill instructions that do not fit into his beliefs.

Maybe he was too old now or maybe he defamiliarized himself with the art of adjustment to someone else’s decision, but few months had passed and he still couldn’t get used to you.

Whenever Satoru looked at you, he felt as if he was looking at the sun — despite wearing a blindfold or dark glasses. There was a brightness in your aura, a warmth and yet you were so distant and far from him. You were a puzzle he struggled to solve and he blamed it on himself because not once in his life he had to accustom himself to be a husband.

You’ve got him doubting himself.

You’ve got him scared.

You’ve got his heart beat in ways he never experienced before.

You’ve got him longing.

It was terrifying, as he thought of it, whenever he was watching you from afar, and you were just there. In the same house as him, sleeping just few meters away, allowing yourself to lower your guards and Satoru felt dread filling his veins when he realized he was expected to lower his own too. To strip himself from the protective barrier he put so much effort and time to build. To just be there with you, not just somewhere in the same space.

But he was getting there.

It began with him offering you help — little house chores he took upon himself to make your life easier and at first he made it look as if it annoyed him. Maybe it did annoy him. Snarky comments and lowercase insults dressed in overly sweetened words, pet-names spoken in tone full of venom — all that made the daily routine with you and those verbal tug-of-wars taught him respect towards you. You were strong enough and brave enough to engage in the word-fights with him and in retrospect, those were what helped both you and him adapt to the new reality of being married.

“Can you help me with those bags, Satoru?”

“You’ve got legs, sweetheart, you can do this yourself.”

“Move from the damn couch, Gojo, and make yourself useful.”

“Last name, huh? You spoke it with so much venom, I’d figure you hate it if you it wasn’t yours as well.”

“Come here, darling, and help me with those bags.”

And then, Satoru learned what you wanted his help with. He observed what things you didn’t like doing and began doing them himself. It felt natural. A place he was obliged to move into slowly became a house he was walking towards every day with a strange feeling of warmth in his chest, because it was where he will be able to rest, to decompress. It was a place where he will eat or sleep. It was a place where he’ll see you.

Next thing Gojo worked on was infinity. Or rather, turning it off and he had to actively think of it whenever he was home. Few times you tried to touch him and couldn’t made him feel the sort of shame he never felt before. He was so used to always being protected that when he had to face you, he didn’t realize that he doesn’t need to protect himself from you. So he took it off, baring himself before you and allowing himself to get familiar with the soft, cold pads of your fingers. With the way your breath feels on his skin — hot and intimate — and the way your lips feel on his own.

Then it became unconscious for him to turn off his technique the moment he steps into the house.

Then he was catching himself staring. His eyes lingered on you a little too long, a little too intense and whenever you noticed, he found himself flustered. Hmpf-ing and turning his head away, ignoring the muffled chuckles you always tried to suppress and then, he was smiling too.

Then, he was missing the soft, sweet and floral scent of your perfume whenever he was away for work.

Then, he was replaying the gentle tone of your voice in his mind, finding solace in the memory.

 And then—

“Satoru, come to bed.”

—he was caught off guard yet again.

But he moved. A subconscious sequence of muscle contractions and releases, some taken steps and climbed up stairs — all of which led him to a place he had been avoiding for all of the weeks, months, that passed since he vowed himself to you.

“It’s big enough, just–“ your voice was gentle, so very gentle, when you got under the covers first. In the make-shift pajama he recognized as one of his own t-shirts — way too expensive to be a sleeping attire, yet he couldn’t care less. “Just sleep here. You don’t have to sleep on the couch, uncomfortable every night.”

And so he did. Half-bare, as he was used to sleep, he allowed himself to rest next to you. His weight sunk into the soft mattress, his bones straightened up deliciously in the heavenly cocoon of cotton sheets, all scented just slightly with the washing detergents and your perfume. A sigh escaped his mouth, he melted into the luxury of the bed and nuzzled his cheek into one of the pillows.

“Good?”

“Very good,” he admitted, his eyes following the up of your hip and down of your waist, then again up along the curve of your shoulder until he finally looked at your face. Your eyes were already closed, your eyelids covering the beautiful color underneath them and it was a shame he couldn’t see it before he lowered his own. “Goodnight.”

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[genoskissors]

Finally done! Thank you everyone for your patience!

Principal Monokuma’s Room Check!

Trigger Happy Havoc Boys

THH Girls Rooms (WIP)

There are a few notes throughout to explain some things I thought most would not know (like Japanese traditions) or just to clarify things changed in localization.

Naegi-kun’s Room Edition

Sigh. It’s the private room where a high school boy spends his agonizing nights, even so, what’s with this plainness!? Why don’t you have something more shameful or embarrassing!? Naegi-kun, I’m disappointed in you!

Checkpoints: A: It’s the memo pad I prepared. It would be nice if it had Hope’s Peak Academy’s school emblem on it, to give it a rich feeling.

B: This is the key to the room. It has a key holder with the appropriate name on it. It cannot be bought and is very sophisticated, so improper usage is prohibited!

C: It’s a mock sword that was kept on the display shelf. Even though it was only decoration, it was carefully displayed, so an incident happened. Upupupu.

D: I heard that mysterious curly hair grows in boys’ rooms. An adhesive lint roller is useful for frequent cleaning! I’m so attentive! Note: Don't really know what this means, I think it might be referencing Junko's hair.

Ishimaru-kun’s Room Edition

It’s a room filled with study materials and is well organized, just as one would expect from a serious person like Ishimaru-kun’s room. Hmm~ If you spend all your energy on this, you won’t be able to focus on the killing game!

Checkpoints: A: Dictionaries and reference books are the most exciting when lined up neatly on your desk. Huh? Are you using them properly? Hee~...

B: He irons his uniform every day. Also, the armbands as well, so you know he really likes this things.

C: A New Year’s tradition, Kakizome. I suggest “In early spring, be careful of bears, as they can get ferocious!” Huh? Aren’t you going to start writing?

D: What kind of guy likes to swing around a bamboo sword even though he isn’t part of the kendo club? Do you stand on the ground, put your forehead on it, and spin around to split a watermelon? Note: This is a Japanese game called Suikawari.

Togami-kun’s Room Edition

Genuine rich people tend to seek a more modest sense of luxury rather than those who are nouveau riche. I have no clue how much Togami-kun’s room actually costs. Note: “Nouveau riche” refers to people who become rich themselves and “genuine rich people” refers to people who were born into a rich family, like Byakuya.

Checkpoints: A: It’s a violin or something. Famous ones can be worth billions. That’s more expensive than the famous Chinese medicine, bear bile, which is very pricey, roar! Note: Based on the phrase "violin or something" it's likely a viola. That's just my theory though.

B: There is nothing more difficult than determining the value of a painting. In many cases, collecting these masterpieces is not about appreciating art, but investing in it.

C: Ahaha! A red carpet laid out from the entrance, Togami-kun must be kidding me! That’s what the life of stardom is about!

D: The famous line “I will kill you, without fail!” is what makes Togami’s glasses indispensable! I can’t believe he has 10 of them, that’s quite a thorough preparation!

Oowada-kun’s Room Edition

I believe that biker gangs are a style and a fashion. That’s why it’s necessary for those who call themselves bikers to have an easy-to-understand logo or item that appeals to everyone. Upupu.

Checkpoints: A: These are the big flags put on the back of bikes, aren’t they? I always wonder if they are safe from being blown away by the wind.

B: These are all motorcycle magazines, right? I’m not going to go as far as suggesting philosophy books or economic magazines, but maybe it wouldn’t hurt to open a textbook once in a while?

C: Are you really satisfied with the 5G “ Cypress Stick”? Isn’t the 1500G “Steel Broadsword” the catharsis? Note: I’m pretty sure this is a Dragon Quest reference.

D: This is the colorful banner of Oowada’s gang, “Crazy Diamonds”. Hmm, you’re only really good at difficult kanji.

Kuwata-kun’s Room Edition

Hey, Kuwata-kun, baseball doesn't even have a “ya” character! I know you don't like it, but now that you're at our school, maybe you could try to act like a baseball player, even if it's a front? Note: The Japanese word for baseball, Yakyuu (野球), has a “ya” in it, so I think Monokuma is just saying this to see if Leon will even care enough to react to his statement.

Checkpoints: A: Why do self-proclaimed punk fans like human skulls? A sea bream head has another sea bream inside, right? That's even more favorable! Note: I'm not gonna lie, I have no clue what that second sentence means. I think it relates to the saying “鯛の尾より鰯の頭”, but I still don't know how it correlates.

B: I want CDs and DVDs to come in splendid limited edition packaging, but they don’t fit neatly like this. How troubling.

C: Carrying your guitar case on your back and feeling tired as you walk around town is super cool. There was a time when I thought that way too.

D: In order to stand out and be popular, you need to have vocals. Kuwata-kun's purity is manly in a sense. I would like to hear his beautiful voice. Upupu.

Yamada-kun’s Room Edition

A utopia making the world’s geeks water at the mouth, the pink love nest of Buuko and Yamada-kun. As a despair maniac, I am driven by a desire for a room devoted solely to my hobby. Note: Buuko is Princess Piggles in the localization.

Checkpoints: A: Hey, I’m giving it everything I got to ask this question, is this what Yamada-kun is wearing? Isn’t it self-indulgent to wear it on his 170cm and 155kg body!?

B: “MARTIAL ARTS LADIES”, “This time, I’ll punish you on the mat!”.  I don’t understand why martial arts cosplay makes your heart pound.

C: Some people say these sheets and body pillow are perverted, but the desire for skin contact is neither two-dimensional nor three-dimensional.

D: Three-dimensional objects have a sense of unity because they are equipped with a three-dimensional concept. The shading of light and the convergence of existence are astonishing (The following is omitted). Note: “The following is omitted” is just a way of saying Monokuma kept rambling.

Yasuhiro-kun's Room Edition

Hagakure-kun’s love of fortune-telling is, quite honestly, shady, right? Even though he has all these tools, he still uses intuition to tell fortunes, doesn’t he? So, what in the world are these piles of junk for!?

Checkpoints: A: People with extremely dry skin tend to have a lot of wrinkles on their palms, which makes palm readers cry. It’s hard to even do fortune-telling these days.

B: Fortune-telling cards are great for mysteries and romance. If I sold "Monokuma’s Carefully Made Pure Gold Tarot", maybe I could make a profit. Upupupu.

C: If anything, Hagakure-kun has more of an oriental divination image. When I see tools like this, I want to display them in an alcove or something.

D: Come on! How many times do I have to say this!? When buying fortune-telling goods online, do not cash on delivery! This time, I was the one who paid for it too!

Fujisaki-kun’s Room Edition

Even though he’s the Super High School Level Programmer, Fujisaki-kun actually has a variety of hobbies. That’s good, science... a science student! I want to learn many things from him.

Checkpoints: A: Three monitors and a luxurious-looking executive chair. He looks like a young company president or day trader. A serious side profile would be wonderful!

B: I don’t know what this is, but it looks amazing anyway! It looks like an ancient map or some other geeky item.

C: After people learn how to interact with the romantic hyperspace of the universe, their outlook on life changes drastically. That’s what I thought just now.

D: Tada! There are hand grips on the bed! It makes me tear up to know he was secretly training.

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[causenessus]

new grounds.

part 0.7. OFF TO WAR . . . 1.7.2024

PLAYING IN THE CAFE . . . how was your day? by mellow fellow & clairo

she slings off her bag, hanging it on a wall hook before she goes out to wash her hands. she’s tempted to splash her face with cold water too but then she’d just look like more of a mess. it was a struggle to even walk here, and it did nothing to wake her up.

she wishes she could be laying in her bed, or wrapped in a blanket on the couch next to keiji like they had originally planned for today, but this is for yachi, she reminds herself. at least one of them will be enjoying themselves today. 

kageyama arrived a little earlier than her and is currently taking an order from a customer. she overhears something about a matcha latte and starts on it ahead of time. a warm drink sounds nice right now, she’ll make one for herself afterwards.

once the customer is done paying, kageyama turns around and looks startled to see her already making the order, or perhaps it’s because she’s currently zoning out as she slowly whisks the powder.

he takes the milk she steamed in a pitcher out of the steam wand, mumbling a thank you as he works next to her.

that’s new. but she’s not complaining, it brings her back to reality and she hums in response, pouring the matcha into a mug he placed on the counter before he pours in the milk. he steps away to place the drink on the counter and call it out while she gets started on a chai for herself.

by the time he returns, she's standing with her back against the counter, sipping on her own drink and staring off again.

he stops, unsure what to do with himself. the place is almost empty, and there’s nothing for them to do. this is the time to talk to her, and he knows what his friends would say in this moment.

he opts for leaning against the counter like her, leaving space between them. “how come you picked up today? you sound like you’ve been absolutely exhausted lately,” he asks. he knows a little bit about why, but he wants to hear it from her.

she takes a moment to respond and he almost thinks she’s not going to. he can feel his neck start to warm as he waits patiently, “i am exhausted, god…and it’s not even over. i’m in the middle of rehearsals everyday monday through saturday, but yachi needed someone to cover her today so she could go to some art thing and i wanted her to go. she’s been wanting this forever.” she doesn't speak with the nicest tone, but it's the one her mind defaulted to, unsure if it should be on the defense or not.

he doesn't know what to say next. he didn't think that far. he was so focused on just starting to talk to her. he tries to let the words come naturally, “she should have just called off then. i could have handled today by myself.” it comes off a little bit more egoistic than he meant and he kicks himself. “just so that you could have taken off today, too.”

she blinks, looking a little surprised but a small smile makes it way onto her face, “that's sweet. i did actually think of doing that, you know, but i didn't want to leave you alone.”

he wants her to elaborate. it feels like there’s an underlying meaning to her words. but she says nothing else yet it still makes his face warm a little more. he's saved by the bell chime of the door and returns back to the register.

it's slow inside the cafe, but she spends her time wiping down counters and cleaning equipment and miraculously the night goes by quicker than she expected. it's time for them to close before she knows it, but she's more than happy to lock the door.

as she clocks out, kageyama comes out of the staff room with his bag. she makes a comment while he waits, “that night went by fast, didn't it?”

she sees his head slightly tilt out of the corner of her eye, “maybe for you, you fell asleep.”

her heart almost drops into her stomach and she turns towards him in shock, “what? when? did you wake me up?” her face is red in embarrassment.

“you went back to grab something from the back and i came back there and you had fallen asleep on the ladder,” he answers, as calm as ever.

she covers her face with both of her hands, “oh my god i don't even remember that at all.”

he smiles instinctually when she covers her face. maybe he's on the verge of laughing or maybe she looks cute. 

the thought reverberates through his head but he tries to brush off how shocked he is at himself, “it's fine. like i said, i can handle today. you're tired anyway.”

“i still can't help but feel bad, though,” she mumbles, turning back to the tablet she's at to finish clocking out.

“it's okay, will you get home alright though?” he asks, absent-mindedly watching the screen she's using.

she doesn't respond and he looks at her. her eyes are closed again before a second later they open and she rubs a hand across her face. she finishes clocking out before she looks at him and steps to the side, seeming to remember where she is.

“sorry, did you say something?” she responds and that settles it.

“i'm walking you home,” he says, using the screen to clock himself out. he has no idea where this confidence is coming from. on the inside he feels more nervous than he ever has before. his hands are shaking and he can feel his heart beating rapidly. it takes everything in him not to look at her for a reaction.

“what? you don't have to do that. i'm fine,” her gaze is locked on him, staring at the side of his face while he concentrates on what’s in front of him.

“you just fell asleep again,” he says, talking as if the matter has already been decided.

she feels so out of it, maybe it has been settled for her already and maybe that's best for her. “i…”

“i know you're capable of taking care of yourself but it's because you're so unaware of everything around you right now,” he turns off the tablet, walking towards her and stopping in front of her.

she looks up at him and her head is spinning. her legs feel like they want to give out and she has no idea what's overcome her, “okay.”

they leave in silence, making sure the door of the cafe is locked behind them, but it's better that way.

both of them are swimming in their thoughts, though it feels better being with each other. she's glad he's there because he's right, she doesn't even notice a person behind them trying to get by. he has to tug her in front of him so that they can pass by.

her dorm is a short distance away from the cafe and they reach it soon enough. he walks her inside, making sure she gets to her actual room before he stops.

“thank you for walking me back,” she mumbles, eyes averted towards the floor.

“yeah.” his hands are stuffed in his pocket and he's looking at the beige wall next to him. he's stiff, all of his confidence left behind on the walk here. 

then before he knows it her door is creaking open and she's waving at him before she closes the door.

he stays there for a second longer, the only sound being the faint buzzing from a fluorescent light above. he doesn't know why he's still standing here. did he expect anything else to happen?

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extras <3

y/n also stayed on her side of the door, just standing there and thinking until hearing kageyama walk away shook her out of it

y/n and keiji's movie night got cancelled so instead bo and keiji had one

it was mainly a disney movie marathon and they didn't even finish coco. bo started crying like halfway through and it was already late by that time

tangled is their favorite movie

bo wanted to make an aesthetic tweet so they stole candles from yn and yachi's dorm and then he waited for the lantern scene to take a picture <3

y/n needed more napkins and almost fell asleep in the cooler too until she realized she was in the wrong place

kageyama wanted to wake her up but at the same time if she just fell asleep on a ladder he thought she must have been really tired

y/n started vague tweeting on her main because she needed to get her feelings out to more than three people and told herself "i'll just delete them in the morning" not thinking about what she was tweeting or who would really see it

kageyama did not even realize yachi passed him in the hallway

again, the freeloaders take their bets very seriously and hinata had so much hope in kageyama he also decided he was going to drop out of anatomy and phys. if things went well for kags

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[quinloki]

What's your writing process like? Do you draft everything at once and then release chapter by chapter as you edit or something similar?

How to you keep your notes organized? I think you've said before in an ask you use Scrivener (me too!), how do you organize that? I love seeing peoples writing processes in general, if your comfortable explaining!!

Okay you're awesome thank you 💛

Process. Ah. Ahem. Organization... /sweats/

Okay, so organization I have something like that. Thanks almost entirely to Scrivener if I'mma be honest. My projects are organized by blorbo - so like all the Kid x Readers are in one project, and then broken down in files by book.

Except for A Light Touch - cause that's in the Grandline AU collection project, and all associated stories are in there with it.

Notes, though, and er... drafts... Ah.

So I would like to note I mean this in the stereotypical pop culture way, and not in the legitimate way, but I'm insane.

I have never known how long a story was going to be until I wrote it, and while I've had a few slapdash outlines for stories, I never manage to stick to them, so I barely even bother writing them out anymore.

Usually the process is something like:

Inspiration -> Idea -> details for Idea -> some notes -> decide certain parameters -> and time allowing either set aside or start writing chapter 1.

Quicksand, for instance, was inspired by a piece of fan art. It was going to be a one-shot. I started world-building and deciding functional parameters and uh... it's 20 chapters if you don't count the alternative story line. The inspired scene doesn't even happen until like chapter 18.

And even within that, I'd meant for Crocodile to be way more terrifyingly yandere to the point that Doflamingo was going to be the GOOD GUY.

That was the plan. That did not happen.

Inversely, I had the first 5 chapters of A Dragon's Clause outlined, and got so into it those 5 chapters were 8 chapters when I ran out of outline. There are, however, THREE different pages of notes for world building, characters and orgs, and important details, that I reference while I write, and I very much expect the story will be near to 50 chapters, if not longer.

Hey Doll has no outline. It's got a page of notes.

The Host Club AU as nothing set in stone except the Club itself and the owners. Yeah I did some headcanoning and world building via asks, but I still don't know what I'm going to keep and what I'm going to cut, and I'm going to start writing chapter one in June XD There is no outline.

Hell, the ending of a Heart of Gold was decided by a scene in A Light Touch, so one of the reasons I'm going to a little slower than usual is because I have to make sure Heart stays on track. (And yes, A Light Touch, Quicksand, Heart of Gold, and Thrice Prophesized all happen in the same AU at the same time - it's not just a backdrop AU for those stories like it is for Some Direction and Hey Doll.)

But yeah, that's uh... that's it. I don't really have much of a process beyond "This is what I want to work on" and then I turn on a appropriately themed playlist, pick some art to have on one monitor and write on the other. And honestly, thank fuck for like @swampstew, @mamaalpha, @standfucker, @lyndsyh24, @writing-yarn-goblin, @kazieai, @anon-germany, @theaceofflamesposts, @zorostittiesz, @leakyweep, @icy-spicy and @thus-spoke-lo and @mewiyev for all being awesome fucking friends.

Between writing sprints, and beta-reading and inspiring with head canons and thots and art and support and the list goes on and on - I just. (and gods that's not even including @friedbluechicken and @cyborg-franky and can you understand how long this list is gonna get?)

I just kind of stumbled into this whole fandom thing. I didn't know wtf I was doing or what, and I swear I tripped into being friends with Lyn and Raven and it's all kind of a blur and from those two to everyone else on that list to many more beyond that and these alarmingly talented people talk to me of all the random ass bastards out there, and folks are sending me asks thinking I'm cool and wanting to know my process and like -

I'm just a stoat in a trench coat man, I don't even know what I'm doing here.

/ahem/ Okay, I got a little off the topic, but I guess I can't really say I have a process, and I don't plan out my stories much at all. But I will have highlights like I want x, y, and q to happen, so how do I do that? And the real relief is being okay when the story goes a different way and I just let it. I wrote Some Direction inside of a month just doing that. The only thing I knew about that story was who the antagonist was going to be ^^;

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[tremendouszinelovermug]

When it comes to some people headcanon about severus as a child or regarding children it becomes concerning...

Someone in the comments say: "severus Snape is obsessive creep, a racist incel who stalk her and hurt her sister"

Um...You do realize that you're speaking about a nine years old, right? You're accusing a nine years old, poor, abused child of those things, right?

Do you expect children to act "right" when someone belittle them or mock them? Of course they'll snap.

Petunia doesn't deserve to be belittled for who She's, and severus doesn't deserves to be mocked for his poverty, and what happens next is a reaction to the insult was nothing but an accidental magic.

Someone else would say: "if Harry was a girl, then severus would be obsessed with her"

For this idea to come into your mind and you treated it as a fact is in fact... sickening.

I used to see this headcanon treated as a fact in literally every YouTube video relating to HP and that made me avoid any video relating to severus, you know my favorite character...

I swear, people would write an amazing metas and make videos and once they get into severus, suddenly they loss their braincells.

I don’t say don’t headcanon these characters doing reprehensible things or consumed with bad thoughts, art is a way of healing.

I don't own your mind and you don't own mine, but learn to differeniate between what's in your head and what's outside of it.

You can hate a character as much as you want, but don't judge its fans over loving said character just because you have a sickening headcanon.

Someone else would say: "Snape was the worst fear of Neville"

And so was McGonagall to Hermione, you'll say that different: She's afraid of failure and she hold McGonagall in a high regard.

So the same doesn't go to severus? He's doesn't deserve respect? Or for Neville to treat him seriously?

I'll be honest, I'm so tired from hearing this, as if Neville supposed to be afraid of Bellatrix who, mind you, never met her before, even lupin explained the meaning of the boggart, it's what we think as our worst fear because it's recent.

Neville became a strong, brave man, who carve his way through the books, found the courage within himself, and killed the snake that killed his supposedly "worst fear" -heh, ironic-.

Severus Snape got nothing on Neville longbottom, especially if you'll use his fear as an excuse on hating severus instead of his treatment, because new flash, people aren't responsible about how we feel about them.

#harry potter #severus snape #pro severus snape #neville longbottom #My brave man #You deserve better than people treating you as a lamp excuse for hate #petunia dursley #My mean girl #I love you #You could be best friend with sev but no_ #It has to be Lily #lily evans #I love you my hypocrite queen

[frozenjokes]

Grian’s Terrible Horrible No Good Gift

“What do you think? Is this too much? Is this- I don’t know- distasteful? I thought it might be kind of funny. And maybe.. send a certain message. No message in particular of course just- just- you know. A message. I do actually think he’ll find it funny. What do you think?” Again, always with the questions, questions Mumbo would not be able to answer, and yet Grian was still sitting there on the beach looking expectant. In his hands he had a human device called a ‘helmet,’ a hard shell meant to be worn on the head. Mumbo could see how it could be useful. Didn’t know what Grian wanted to do with it though.

Mumbo stuck out his tongue through bared teeth, the human expression that Grian was being annoying.

Grian pursed his lips in an unhappy grimace. “Alright. Okay. So Scar, right? He got hurt- I mean we both got pretty banged up.. ugh, he’s rubbing off on me. That’s such a Scar thing to say. Anyway-“ Grian cut himself off, looking embarrassed at Mumbo’s lack of reaction. “I don’t know how to communicate this with you. I guess I’m not trying very hard though, am I? Don’t answer that.”

Mumbo’s tail twitched in his great annoyance and Grian got to his feet, pacing back and forth.

“Gift.. Gift.. Gift..” Grian stopped short, scampering to the side of the clearing and messing with a big rock, then giving up when he wasn’t strong enough to push it and finding a smaller one to roll onto the shore, though not without a great struggle. On top of the rock he began to sculpt something out of wet sand, a square kind of shape? Whatever Grian was building he was very focused on it. The human collected gunk and seaweed from the shallows to place on top, then with a frightening amount of aggression, began to carve marks into the rock below, blocky and deliberate before scoring random cuts with wide slashes. Finally, Grian stood back, admiring his work. He pointed.

“Scar.” Then, after a moment, ‘Scars.’

Ohhhhhhhh. Okay. Mumbo kinda got it. There was the head, the hair, the rough (rough) approximation of Scar’s chest..? Were the random marks meant to be scars? Either way, Mumbo was familiar enough with art to recognize it. He gave Grian a thumbs up.

Grian looked pleased, nodding. “Alright. I’m me. That’s Scar.” Grian picked up the helmet, holding it close to his chest. “I want to give Scar a gift. ‘Gift.’ This is a gift.” Grian tapped the shell. Mumbo cocked his head.

“Helmet.”

“Yeah. Yes. It’s also a gift. For Scar.” Grian stopped, pursing his lips before walking purposefully over to the Scar statue and holding out the helmet. “Gift. Gift.” Grian placed the helmet on the head of the Scar then stepped back. “Gift.”

…Alright. Gift. Grian wanted to give him something. A helmet, apparently. Well, it didn’t look too spectacular or anything. It was completely flat, no ridges or decoration at all. Mumbo would probably be offended if given something like that in the deep. Hm. Maybe that’s why Grian had come here with it in the first place. He was in desperate need of assistance with his horrible helmet. It was a very good thing Mumbo was here!

“Gift,” Mumbo said, then pointed to himself. Give that to me. Grian looked a little alarmed, shaking his head ‘no.’

“It’s not for you! It’s for Scar.”

Mumbo flicked his fins with a small huff. Communication like this was such a chore. He gave Grian a thumbs down, to which the human bristled, repeating once again that it was for Scar. Well. If they couldn’t figure this out, then Mumbo would have to save Grian from himself.

Mumbo launched out of the water, Grian yelping as he scrambled in the other direction, trying and failing to grab the helmet without decapitating the Scar. All in vain. Humans were slow, and without a bulky tree branch in Mumbo’s way, it wasn’t difficult to get close enough that Grian was spooked into dropping his prize, Mumbo snatching it up and hobbling back to the shallows.

“Mumbo! Mumbo no! You can not have that!” Grian made all sorts of noise as he stumbled into the water, but he knew better than to follow too far. Mumbo was going deep anyway. This helmet needed a lot of work.

It could use some engraving in Mumbo’s humble opinion, but he wasn’t sure he could actually carve something deep enough to sense without damaging the integrity of the object. But that was fine, he could build onto it instead. Out of all the things he brought up from the deep, an abundance of his typical tinkering materials was not among them, but he probably had enough to make this work.

He brought what he had back to the surface, met with more yelling from Grian, but with enough hissing and mermaid scolding, Grian actually gave him space to work on the beach. Mumbo guessed he started to get curious when it was clear there was no stealing going on, Mumbo laying out his supplies to see exactly what he had to work with here. The bits of human garbage he’d collected would do well here; thematic. He could cut some of the cans into scale-like pieces, and maybe line them with all that vine he had collected in the previous days? Might be a waste when he could make rope instead, but he didn’t have the time to gather more materials with a human as impatient as Grian.

Mumbo pulled on his gloves and got to work. Gloves, because glue was strong and it was dangerous, and while Mumbo valued it as a tool, he had ripped far too much skin to mess around with the substance (and this precaution was NOT only because one of said accidents happened recently, Mumbo took utmost care in his safety for every project he worked on).

Grian was utterly enamored.

It occurred to Mumbo that he hadn’t done much work like this around the humans before, most of his time while they were present being spent interacting with them or resting from his injury. Grian asked questions (“What.” “What.” “What.”) and Mumbo explained, though to Grian the whistles and clicks only served to fill noise. Grian wasn’t bothered; most human blabbering served little practical purpose in the first place. As long as Grian kept his distance, Mumbo didn’t mind his presence. If glue ravaged mermaid skin, he did not want to find out what it would do to a fragile human body.

The result was.. something. A little basic, a little rough around the edges, but Mumbo never claimed to be a fashion designer. He was only trying to prevent a friendship ruining nuclear event that such a passive aggressive gesture would surely result in, especially among humans whose relations could be so fragile. The design was simple, symmetrical, but appealing. A row of human-trash scales up the middle flanked vertically with glue-preserved vine (likely to brown, but not to lose its integrity). On either side two more rows of scales, though Mumbo had started to run out of trash at this point so it felt a little bit unfinished but.. better than nothing. At least the dangly bits off the sides served as something interesting, however, if every ‘helmet’ had them, Mumbo doubted they would feel very special to human ears.

…

Wait a minute. Humans used light to see. Mumbo had never heard Grian or Scar make any sort of sound remotely close to the rhythmic click click click of the deep. Not even on the rare occasions they’d been here after dark.

………

Did humans echo locate at all?

#mumbomaid au #hermitcraft #hermitfic #dumbasses both of them #grian #mumbo jumbo #gtws #goodtimeswithscar

[whump-card]

Collars........ also collarbones.

#whump #whump art #collar whump #collar #collars #DO NOT EXPECT ART FROM ME! DO NOT EXPECT ART FROM ME! IT'S A ONCE IN A BLUE MOON THING #I have about a million weird selfies to delete now #this was a great project because I can't draw eyes #it's the 'tism man they freak me out #my art

[runefells]

umm im back. kinda. art is still hard but im pushing through o77

thinking about warmer weather ... this winter is killing me

#jonelias #jonathan sims #elias bouchard #the magnus archives #tma #ohh yeah lil update in the tags as per usual #i havent been listening to tmap #or whatever the acronym is #i dont really have any interest in it #and im so worried abt my blorbos being changed :(( #so im just not treating anything that happens there as canon #which i guess it isnt? different universe and everything #so yeah dont expect and protocol art from me #its just more of the same xDD #im doing what i do whenever i have art block which is usually references for once #jon #elias #je #my art

[shokushii]

wanted to post this stupid shitpost right after pride month ended but anywho. love loses </3

also heres the nonshitpost version because i like it:

#leo alvarez #chase hunter #tj hess #echo vn #echo project #echo fanart #furry art #anthro art #my art #artists on tumblr #clip studio paint #shoku.scribbles #anywho! #gonna start playing adastra in a bit #so youll definitely see me draw shit from that once the brainrot sets in #anywho anywho #feelin too tired lately to be doing lineart so expect to see more lineless shit from me lmao

[incaseofspace]

Started playing In Stars and Time by @insertdisc5 and emerged eight hours and seven timeloops later, with five physical pages of notes & maps, having not made it to the king even once. 10/10 game.

#in stars and time #isat #siffrin #image description in alt text #I've been so very excited for this game and so far it's exceeding all expectations! #it's crashed on me once or twice but it just came out and my computer's old as hell so that's to be expected #digital art #lineless art #don't worry I didn't do all eight hours in a row #it was split 5-3 from yesterday and today #anyway. god I love siffrin so much #very very excited to dive back into it tomorrow and FINALLY pick the right row of tears to erase with the crest #EDIT: I uploaded them backwards OTL should be fixed now

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Drew WWX and LWJ after I finished my rewatch of The Untamed a few months ago. I have gotten marginally better. May this set a benchmark for what to expect from this blog.

Edit: June 2023 redraw

#Poorly Drawn MDZS #MDZS #wei wuxian #Lan Wanji #there are a lot of great artists in this fandom. I am not one of them #I've always admired artists a lot so I wanted to try learning how to draw #And the only way to start is to draw a lot. Enter the audio drama (and my desire to listen to it guilt free) #doing both at once was my way of participating in my own fandom #as much as I wanted to be super social on the MDZS forums...I honestly got really nervous #I have nothing to contribute besides going 'cool!' to other people's art #Writing and historical/theory posts. It kinda felt worse than isolation... #That aside...I am just here to dump my silly comics and I expect absolutely nothing to come of it #I'm blogging like that lady from that julia child movie. about the cookbook. I forgot what its called. this is just a journal to me

[niuniente]

That freaky feeling when you pick up a book and it's synopsis has your name on it, describing your life:

"Art had always been Niu's passion and the only thing she wanted to do in life, but mundane and repetitive commissions had killed her inspiration."

#I have been making art for too long thinking what others want and how others are expecting it #Don't get me wrong #I love doing comics! What gives me a bit of stress is that people wait for an update. #If I don't update often they lose their interest. #When they lose their interest #to whom am I posting comics online for then? #But I can't update often because of how I am #niu's life #spiritual #my name is rare and I have seen it used only once for a fictional character #and here's the 2nd time and written like from my life

[hallowclave]

What a whimsical looking young man I wonder if he has received any job offers recently

Original photo

#my art #project sekai #rui kamishiro #if u saw this get posted before: no u didn’t #forgot to schedule the post for the morning incident 60 dead 600 injured. #i feel obligated 2 say I actually post abt pjsk on my main (apotelesmaa) frequently (I have brain worms) #& I only post on this blog once in a blue moon and it’s usually not serious art atp #so do not expect anything. #curtain call. what an event. love rui he’s such a good character. I hope he explodes. #he is so full of love and so bad at recognizing his emotions and problems. #‘I don’t have any emotional hang ups about anything’ says the guy who has so many emotional hang ups #rationalizing pulling back as safety measures instead of fearing abandonment/concern of hurting tsukasa (or others) again -> #rationalizing accepting asahi’s job offer because it’s the best for his future even if it’s not the best for himself #also tbh I think to some degree u could argue accepting the job offer was his way of getting ahead of being abandoned #not that it would happen and not that he’d recognize that to begin with #negative self awareness king! he is not processing his emotions at all! #would love for him to mention the job offer in a future event. even just offhandedly. shaking him by the shoulders. talk to ur friends moron #me when I’m in a not recognizing what I’m feeling and how it effects me competition and my opponent is rui kamishiro from hit game pjsk #etc etc. anyways. #once again falling into the ‘sure whatever this can go on the art blog’ category #in that I used simultaneously too much effort and very little in creating it #once again: [hope you’re hungry. for NOTHING] dot jpeg. as is typical here at hallowclave dot tumblr dot com.

[godslush]

Time Stopper Critical Overheat

#art #fanart #mega man #mega man 2 #rockman #flash man #ロックマン #フラッシュマン #dai's mega man dump #minor false alarm #but the general gist i'm feeling is that if i wanna contribute #i have to do it from the safety of my hole in the ground #i get fandom agoraphobia too quickly and it demotivates me #so as long as expectations aren't too high #i can continue throwing things out there once in a while

[papermonkeyism]

A bit of random once-in-a-blue-moon fan art as an attempt to unclog my brain so I can maybe get some actual adulting done.

Have a Pâté.

#oops i fan arted #That one anon once I finished watching the second Crit Role campaign: 'I'm expecting tons of super feelsy M9 fan arts now >:)' #Me: shows up half a year later with a dead rat from another campaign #Not much of a fan artist you might have noticed #Ugh I have so many things I need done and I'm incapable of putting them in order of which to do them #I've been stuck here for a week already send hlep! #I need to do laundry and arrange travel stuff and do unemployment things and dishes and and #Then there's the whole ArtFight thing that I've done nothing for because there's all of the everything that needs to be done and I can't #Aaaauuuuuuuuuurgghhhhhrllghhhhhhh! #The skull is of a crow and not raven but close enough #I do like how this turned out though! #Critical Role #Pâté

[donnyclaws]

I was gonan make a post apologizing for lack of regular art but I feel like jts already clear im sporadic and in and out of it bc chronic pain and circumstances. So for now I'm gonna hibernate, get my health steady again, deal with money issues, and art will happen when it happens.

#i do feel kind of worn down by it. i wish patreon and commissions didn't feel so taxing even with accommodations ive made for myself #maybe it'll feel better in the future when less is going on but rn it #places this barrier of management in front of art that makes it less relieving to do #cause there's always a part of my brain reminding me it needs to serve a purpose and needs to pay off in some way #which isn’t a new feeling for artists obviously. maybe doing it all since hs js also why it's tiring. and patreon changjng the way it does #working part time now too. idk if maybe id like to step back from it #it's abnormal that i worked taht hard and it did help me get out from my parents and stay out. but im also tired ect #idw let people down by not being able to keep up with a self imposed expectation or #be irresponsible and remove sources of income for myself. redbubble inprnt and patreon all suck in ways that bother me hugely #i only really enjoy itch.io at the minute #not to say anything bad abt patrons or commission clients you've all been excessively kind and patient and understanding always #i wish i could make them better i feel like there's no way how it is at the minute is of value compared to my output as an older teen #but yknow. self imposed worry. im just worn out and id like to just make things without the management and the fretting and the #i havent made a comic post for patreon in ages or this or this i havent made a speedpaint or a song or #yadda yadda lmao #sorry for the impromptu ramble #this isnt to say id never do commissions or a store or anything again or i want to not make money off art #god knows i will need to be grinding out comms once im well again but ex #i feel like im getting less and less able to manage it and then putting out less and less #and hoping ill somehow get very healthy and active again one day and make it worth the wait yknow. #it's not a feeling i want my art to carry in me. #part of me and the parent in my brain is saying it'd be selfish to give up income but the rest is like #that's cruel. i want to feel good and healthy