#drew this in google keep before going to school

[tarczar]

two people in their depression era who loathe and despise each other

#adventure time #fionna and cake #fionna and cake spoilers #prismo the wishmaster #prismo #simon petrikov #drew this in google keep before going to school #you're all gonna be so dissapointed to find out I'm deep in the /sgt /frog sauce #FAN-WORKS #eyestrain

[tricks-tickles]

Poke, Pinch

honestly i had no idea what i was doing for the title so i just titled it what it was in google docs (shrug)

thank you to -anonymous- for the request =]

word count: 2496

pairing: Lee!Todoroki/Ler!Midoriya

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It started with a poke.

After the sports festival, Midoriya and Todoroki had become tentatively closer, bordering on friends, in Todoroki's opinion. They didn’t hang out, per se, but they sat together at lunch and were an efficient team in Heroics. They got on surprisingly well, with Midoriya rambling on about heroes, or their school work, or whatever else was on his mind, and Todoroki listening attentively. Well, usually he was listening, but sometimes Midoriya would start to mumble and Todoroki’s attention would drift away from him, and onto whatever was gnawing at the back of his mind.

Today was particularly bad for this. Todoroki was preoccupied with the upcoming final exams, and it seemed Midoriya was affected too, his muttering taking on a more harried tone than usual. In fact, Todoroki didn’t even realize that he’d zoned out until a poke to his side drew him back. A completely innocent motion that, for reasons unbeknownst to Todoroki, sent a spark of electricity up his side, making him jump and flinch away. Midoriya blinked at him, hand still raised.

“Are you alright?” He asked, more bemused than concerned. 

“I’m… fine, sorry for zoning out. What were you saying?” He replied. Midoriya squinted at him, before launching back into the conversation.

It didn’t end there.

Heroics was an incredibly varied class. One week they’d be doing rescue simulations in the fake city of Ground Beta, then attempting stealth in the sprawling tunnels of Ground Gamma, or fighting robots with one hand tied behind their backs in the main gym. Each lesson was a new challenge, designed to prepare them for the eclectic life of a hero.

Today, they were put into pairs and given a small (fake) flash drive. The aim was to last five minutes in a fight, until their ‘backup’ arrived, without having the drive stolen by the other person. Todoroki had the good luck of being paired with Midoriya, who went first. He stashed the flash drive in one of the pockets of their P.E. uniforms, then fought on the defensive while Todoroki tried to pin him down to get the drive. Unfortunately, Midoriya was very slippery, and each time Todoroki managed to get him down he would twist so the drive was out of reach, forcing Todoroki to let him back up to try again. Eventually, just as Aizawa called out that there were 10 seconds remaining, he managed to unzip Midoriya’s pocket and finally retrieve the drive, which miraculously was still in one piece. 

Midoriya grinned, panting as he wiped his brow. “I almost had you.”

“Sure,” Todoroki said, clenching the drive in his hand. He’d seen how much trouble Midoriya had keeping his pockets away from Todoroki and decided to just hold on to the device until time was up. Aizawa gave them the go-ahead, and they went back into it. 

It was a tense few minutes. Midoriya kept his focus on Todoroki’s left hand while using his quirk to dodge the streams of ice bursting from his right one, always keeping right on his tail until there were 30 seconds remaining. Midoriya managed to pin him on his stomach and at this point he abandoned all strategy, solely focusing on keeping his hand tucked under him, far from Midoriya’s reach. Then, he felt something. A gentle pinch to his side, right under his ribs, made him gasp as the corners of his lips twitched upwards. Midoriya pinched him again, and this time his arm jolted to push him away. Each pinch caused his nerves to light up with alien sensations. Was this some weird aspect of Midoriya’s quirk he hadn’t noticed before? Either way, without realizing his hand had drifted into Midoriya’s reach, which he grabbed, prying Todoroki's fingers up and retrieving the drive in the last second. 

So, a draw, and a new weakness that Midoriya had discovered in him. Thankfully, it seemed to be limited to him only. 

Todoroki did not notice Yaoyorozu watching him curiously, from her own mat next to them.

Sometimes the exercises they did were team-building, but more often than not they were pitted against each other. Today in Heroics, they were to complete a sort of obstacle course, disguised as a sort of storage room in a warehouse. The class was put into ten pairs, where they would compete within each pair to see who could complete the course in the fastest time, by flipping a leaver at the end of the massive room. The course was split into five lanes, meaning half of the class would do the course, then the other half. Easy. The groups were random, with pairings like Uruaka with Aoyama, Midoriya with Bakugo (unlucky), and Todoroki with Yaoyorozu. 

There were no quirks allowed, which put them at roughly the same level, but Todoroki was confident in his ability to win the competition. They took their starting positions, then held still as they waited for Aizawa to give the word.

“Ready…” He drawled, 

“Set…” Todoroki tensed,

“Go.”

There was a flurry of movement, then the rest of his classmates vanished as they entered their lane. Todoroki took off, vaulting over a series of crates as they entered the thick of the course. Sliding under beams, climbing over debris, and swinging over massive pits. Todoroki internally scoffed, they hadn’t put much effort into making it seem like a realistic warehouse.

Throughout the race, Yaoyorozu had kept with him, till they were neck and neck at the finish. A great wall, with bump-outs to climb to the top (and a not-so-subtle mat at the bottom in case they fell). They both hit the wall at the same time, scaling to the top. Todoroki took the lead but soon realized that the wall didn’t go quite to the leaver. There was a gap, taller than him, but he likely could reach it if he stretched for it. So then it would be a case of winning through speed and height. He and Yaoyorozu were similar in height, but she had an inch or so on him which would mean a lot in this last task where the odds were so close. Balancing carefully on the last bump-outs (conspicuously larger than the rest so they could be stood on), he stretched up to reach the leaver. His fingers brushed the base of it. He sighed and stood as tall as he could, Yaoyorozu joining him only a foot or so away at her own leaver, but his focus was on reaching it. 

As she reached the last few bump-outs, she looked up, seeing Todoroki struggling to reach the leaver. Since he was only a little shorter than her, Yaoyorozu realized she likely wouldn’t make it in time. As she pulled herself up onto the platform, she ran over his weaknesses in her head, until she landed on one. Just an idea, something she’d seen a week or so ago. Carefully, she stretched up with one hand, and with the other reached across the gap between them to scribble her nails over his ribs. The results were immediate, and just what she needed. He doubled over, arms flying down to protect his ribs. She reached over a little more, wiggling her fingers against his stomach. Amazingly, he actually let out a short laugh, before stumbling backwards, and straight off of the platform, falling onto the mat below. She reached up again, standing on the very tips of her toes, and finally latched onto the leaver, yanking it down. The lights in their lane of the course flashed green, and she jumped down to meet him on the mat, offering Todoroki her hand.

Todoroki was ready to lie on the mat forever, wallowing over the fact that he just walked off the platform, but he accepted Yaoyorozu’s hand anyway. She gave him an apologetic smile. 

“I did what I had to,” She said sheepishly, “But sorry for tickling you, that was quite unprofessional.”

“It’s alright.” He said, but inside he was reeling. Tickling? Was that what those feelings were? He knew about tickling as an abstract concept but hadn’t realized that that was what was happening. He was ticklish. Suddenly, Todoroki felt the need to do some investigating. 

The next day, Midoriya had invited him over to do some last-minute studying for the exams, seeing as they were only next week. He arrived at 12:55 pm and knocked on the door. It was opened by a woman, presumably Midoriya’s mother, who greeted him with a kind smile.

“Todoroki-kun! You’re early.”

“Oh. Sorry, Midoriya-san.” He said, bowing slightly. She waved his apologies away, inviting him inside. 

“It’s been quite a while since Izuku’s had a friend over, I’m just happy that U.A. has given him so many new opportunities.” She said, leading him into their living room where Midoriya was standing next to the sofa, scrolling on his phone. He looked up and beamed when he saw Todoroki. 

“You’re early,” He chastised, “You weren’t supposed to be here till 1:30!” Oops. Todoroki had remembered the time to be there as one o'clock, but he supposed it was better to be early than late.

They set up in Midoriya’s room, spreading out various books and laptops on his bed and the floor to revise for their exams. Midoriya’s mother brought in some snacks, and they spent a few hours working on their English, Japanese and Fundamental Heroics.

At 3 pm, Midoriya closed his laptop dramatically, 

“If I have to read another word in romaji, I’m going to drop dead on the spot.” He announced. They agreed to take a break, Midoriya going to the bathroom, and Todoroki helping himself to some rice crackers. 

When Midoriya came back, he cleared some of the books off the bed and sat down next to Todoroki.

“So… what did you think of training yesterday? Kacchan and I pulled the leaver at pretty much the same time and he ended up almost fighting Aizawa over who won, it was so awkward. I’ll bet you and Yaoyorozu got on a lot better.”

Todoroki hummed. “We also were very close, but she ended up knocking me off of the platform.” 

Midoriya laughed, “I wouldn’t expect that from her! How’d she manage it?” He asked.

Todoroki felt his face heat up, slightly.

“She, um, tickled me.” He said quickly, staring at his hands.

This made Midoriya laugh even louder. “Reheally? That’s pretty underhanded of her.” 

“She apologized. I’m not sure how she knew I was… ticklish when I didn’t.”

“Wait, you didn’t know? What did you think happened when I pinched you during training last week?” 

Todoroki shrugged, fidgeting. “I don’t know, I’d never been tickled before.”

Midoriya frowned, then made a noise of understanding.

“I guess that makes sense, with your family.” He said.

Todoroki felt a sort of tension settle over the room, and tried to figure out how to break it. 

“You know,” He started, “I don’t even know where I’m ticklish…” He trailed off, unsure if Midoriya would get the bait and unsure of what he was even trying to do. 

Midoriya perked up. “Well… I could help you find out?” 

Todoroki flushed.

“I- I mean, if you want to, I wouldn’t mind.” He stammered, feeling uncharacteristically embarrassed as he fought to avoid Midoriya’s eyes.

“Sure!” Midoriya said brightly, “Lie down.”

Now feeling suddenly nervous, Todoroki shifted until he was lying on Midoriya’s bed, head resting on his pillows.

“Now…” Midoriya settled next to him, his tone shifting into something more playful, “I already know you’re ticklish on your sides-” He punctuated this by gently wiggling his fingers against Todoroki’s sides, making him gasp, and twitch at the strange sensations. “-but what about your ribs?” He asked, his hands sliding up to gently scratch at the bones. This made Todoroki jerk towards his hands, his breathing going funny. 

“This- ah, this feels weheird.” 

“Hmm, I think you mean ticklish,” Midoriya said, drawing circles on Todoroki’s ribs while he thought about the next spot.

“How about I try your stomach?” He asked, smiling playfully.

“Sure,” Todoroki replied, feeling his face burn. He thought about using his quirk to cool himself down but didn’t trust himself not to freeze Midoriya’s sheets in his flustered state. Midoriya’s hands crawled slowly towards his stomach, and the feeling of anticipation made butterflies dance in his stomach.

“Midoriya!” He said.

“What?” Midoriya replied, his hands freezing in place.

“Just- hurry up,” He huffed, trying not to fidget.

“Oh!” Midoriya said. Then, “Glady.” He dove his fingers against Todoroki’s stomach, wiggling them lightly.

That caused a reaction. A startled laugh worked its way up Todoroki’s throat, and his hands flew up to stifle it, as those electric touches made him want both squirm away and move closer. 

“How does that feel?” Midoriya asked, half teasing, half sincere.

“Tihihicklhllihihish!” He cried, his giggles breaking through his hands. 

Midoriya beamed, scratching a little harder and fully grinning when Todoroki began to squirm, one hand fisting into his sheets and the other clamped over his lips to no avail as he laughed freely.

“Plehehehase!” His laugh was cute, surprisingly high-pitched, and a little desperate. Midoriya fought the urge not to ‘aww’ out loud.

“Please what?” Midoriya asked.

“Ihi dohon’t knohohow!”

Midoriya shot him a bemused look. “If you don’t know then why are you asking?”

He let his hands crawl around, grinning when Todoroki started to thrash as they floated over to his hips.

“Hmm,” Midoirya said, “I wonder if-” 

He jerked his hands down, squeezing Todoroki’s hips and laughing at the shout of laughter that escaped him. Todoroki bucked his hips, kicking his feet as the hand that had been feebly covering his mouth came up to cover his eyes.

“Ihihit’s sohoho bahahad!” He cried, “Mihihdorihiyaha, nohohoho!”

Usually, Midoriya was a merciful person, but today he felt like being a little cruel. He pushed Todoroki’s shirt up with one hand and then latched back onto his hips. Despite not knowing what was about to happen, Todoroki’s laughter became desperate as Midoriya leaned down, his lips touching Todoroki’s stomach. Then, he blew as hard as he could, drilling his thumbs into Todoroki’s hips. The effects were instantaneous. He squealed, his hands shooting down to push at Midoriya’s head as he squirmed uselessly underneath him.

“STOHOHOP! STOPSTOPSTOP PLEHEHEAHASE, IHIHIT’S TOHOHO MUHUHUCH!”

Finally, Midoriya leaned back, watching him with a satisfied grin.

Todoroki was panting, his cheeks flushed as he watched Midoriya through teary eyes. He pulled down his shirt, still giggling, and sat up.

“Thahat- that wahas, um, a lot.” He said.

Midoriya frowned, “Sorry if I got carried away, I’m just not used to seeing you smile or hearing you laugh.”

“It’s okay,” Todoroki replied, “I… didn’t mind. And I might not mind doing it again,” He trailed off into a mumble as he avoided Midoriya’s bright smile.

“Okay!” He said happily, “We can hang out as much as you like!”

Maybe, Todoroki thought, this whole thing wouldn’t be so bad.

#trick write something else challenge (IMPOSSIBLE EDITION) #lee!todoroki #ticklish!todoroki #writing this for anyone doing prelims right now i am with you in spirit #not me tho im living that college life #is this 5+1? its like #3+1 #lmao close enough #oh yeah! #ler!midoriya #almost forgot him #mha tickles #bnha tickles #my fics #ill post something then edit 100 times after and its called having adhd

[secretswiftymarvelfan]

New Girl In Town - Bookstore Owner!Chris AU (Headcanon)

A/N: okay so I literally couldn’t stop thinking about this little universe and thus this was born because I have no chill

Summary: As you explore your new town you stumble across your version of paradise

Warnings: Bookish Fluff! Not edited at all!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Masterlist

It had been two months since you moved into the small town of Sudbury

You knew nothing about the area, or anyone else who lived here but it was a small price to pay for your dream job working at a small independent publishing company

You had slowly began to make friends at your job but your days off were spent in solitude, exploring the small town you now called home

One of your co-workers had suggested you check out this small cafe on one of the smaller side streets

Her directions weren’t the best though so despite your best efforts you couldn’t find it, not even google maps could help

As you were about to make your way back onto the Main Street, you spotted a small bookstore that instantly captured your attention with its old school look

A small bell chimed as you pushed the door open, and the feeling of warmth instantly hit you, the smell of books filling your nostrils

You had barely stepped inside and you felt more at home than you did in your apartment

The wooden floorboards creaked as you slowly began exploring the quiet shop, your fingers gently brushing over the spines of the books

You were pretty deep into the store when you found a dog who kinda looked like the Artful Dodger from Oliver and Company curled up on a dog bed

The pup lifted its head, tail gently wagging as you bent down to stroke the top of its head

“Hi is there anything I could help you find?” A deep voice says behind you.

You quickly stand back up, turning around to face the man, smoothing out your clothes when you saw just how handsome this stranger was, wearing a cable knit sweater, a pile of book in his hands

“Oh uh no I was just looking, is this your dog?” You ask.

“Yeah his name’s Dodger, found him on the doorstep a few years back and we’ve been hanging together ever since” the man smiles “I’m Chris by the way” he adds holding out his free hand.

“Y/N” you smile shaking his hand.

Chris repeats your name with a gentle smile “are you new around here? I’ve just never seen you before and I know I’d remember seeing you around if you weren’t”

You tried to stop the blush the crept up onto your cheeks, ducking your head to hide it instead “yeah moved in a couple months ago, i’ve just been exploring the town”

“Oh nice, have you checked out Mugs and Magic, best coffeehouse in town” Chris asks

“No I was actually trying to find it when I found this place” you tell him.

“It’s a pretty easy place to miss, doesn’t look like a coffeehouse at all” Chris chuckles “I can draw you a map” he offers nodding his head back towards the front desk

“That would be amazing thank you” you smile following him over to the front desk

He quickly grabbed a scrap piece of paper and drew you a simple map that showed the way from the bookstore to the coffeehouse “there you go, is there anything else I can help you with?”

"actually you don't happen to have a copy of The Mysterious Affair Of Styles do you? Don't worry if you don't I know its pretty rare, and I know I could just get it on my Kindle but..." you ask

"but its not as nice as reading a physical copy" Chris says with a smile at the same time as you

"exactly, you don't get the book smell" you say with a bashful smile

"well we don't have it but I'll keep my eyes out for it" Chris offers

“That’ll be amazing, i’ll see you around, I’m sure you’ll be seeing me in here a lot” you smile taking a step back, glancing around the shop

"i look forward to it" Chris smiles are you walk back towards the door

"see you around Chris" you smile as you step outside the chime of the bell signalling your exit

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[morrisxn02]

location: underground warehouse

date: early hours of sunday, may 7th

g: the effort is admirable. g: now, if only you had been a bit faster.... g: so so many people confided in greer. g: it was a good thing she could keep a secret - but you know just how good she was at that, don't you ?? g: me ?? not so much. g: so tell me, edward. which secret do you want me to spill ?? g: one that involves greer nearly killing someone ?? or one where someone confided in her that they did ??

He stared at his phone almost as he would stare at a make-your-choice scene in The Quarry or a chessboard. Because that was what that was, a game. Not a movie, not a play, not a painting, and not a book. It didn’t require interpretation, philosophy, or sensitivity. All it required was logic.

Maybe later, when he woke up with the biggest hangover of his life at 3 PM in 205-C Alcott, Edward would allow himself to mull over the idea that Greer had almost killed someone and that he was going to school with an unconvicted murderer, and also about the nature of justice and the human tendency for self-preservation and about how oh so Shakespearean of G to entrust him with a decision that would change his sister’s life forever...

But now, all that was required of him was strategy. A plan.

Choices and consequences materialized in his head like the butterfly-effect screen in Until Dawn, where decisions and results were perfectly mapped out so the player could understand what coice had led where. He just had to apply the same logic to the text messages...

So, Greer had almost killed someone? Shocking, but not a crime. Not something that could get her convicted, just tarnish her reputation. But at that point, he feared there wasn’t really any reputation to tarnish anymore…

Now, on the other hand, if G revealed that Greer knew someone in school was a murderer, his sister might be considered an accessory. And what was more important? Her reputation, or her freedom? Seemed pretty obvious.

His phone screen had gone dark by then, so he unlocked it and started typing. Objective, as always. There was no point in trying to communicate any more than strictly necessary with G. They wouldn't respond anyway. They never had...

Edward Morrison: option one. [deleted]

Before he could send it, it dawned on him. Now he knew it too. Wasn’t that a crime in itself? A crime that G could hold against him in the future? It took him exactly thirteen seconds to Google it and find an answer. Misprison of a felony. He scanned a few lines of text before he drew a precipitated conclusion. Awareness of a felony. Failure to report. Up to three years in federal prison.

The question at hand now was: was he willing to risk his own freedom to protect Greer’s?

Edward Morrison: the second one. [delivered at 5:54 am]

He wasn’t.

Yes, he was willing to kill for her. Yes, he loved her. And yes, he would do whatever was needed to get her back. But he wasn’t going to risk going to jail for someone who had blackmailed him. For someone who was willing to cover for a murderer, but not for her own brother.

He loved her. But not unconditionally. Not anymore.

Edward Morrison: i’m going to fucking find you. [deleted]

#event: rave with g. #self para

[carolinaboy34]

“Ring! Ring”

I rolled over and scrambled for my phone to answer it before it woke up my roommate.

“Hello. Who’s this?” I hadn’t opened my eyes yet to look at the screen.

“Hey, Drew. It’s Chris. What are you doing?”

“Um, I was asleep. Are you ok?” He was a good friend of mine from school and a lab partner in Biology.

“I need a ride, man. It’s a long, long story, but I’m naked in this chick’s driveway, and I need a ride back to campus. Can you come and get me?”

Fuuuuuck. “Yeah, sure. Be there soon. Text me the address.”

It was in a really nice part of town. Chris was always trying hard to find that special someone and striking out every time. He has gone through so many women this semester that I lost track weeks ago. And spending so much time together in the lab gave us plenty of opportunities to commiserate with each other about lost loves and missed opportunities, as well as celebrate the occasional victory. I’d come out to him at the first opportunity, and it was no big deal at all. He’s super supportive and a great friend, so there was no way I could say no to him.

I slammed on some sweat pants and a t-shirt then grabbed my keys and took off. The sun was just coming up, so it was cool out. I wonder why he was naked? Should I grab some clothes for him? No time, just go get him. My car has seat heaters if he's still naked.

He's nerdy cute. Nice build with a cute butt and light brown hair cut in a very normal way. His face is sweet and his smile is always warm. I better hurry if he’s still in trouble.

Google got me right there, and I pulled into the driveway, but he came from around the corner of the house and told me to get out of the driveway as quickly as I could. I dropped the car into reverse and pulled out into the street, where he greeted me and got in the passenger door. By this time, he had his clothes halfway on, but still had some of them crumpled in his hands, which he dropped to the floor of the car as he settled into the seat for the drive back.

“What in the hell happened?”

“Yeah, I really stepped into it this time. I met this chick online. She’s older, but I’m totally into that. We met for coffee then went out to dance some. We ended up drinking quite a bit then taking an Uber to her house. She was awesome - full of energy and totally into me. We got into her house and couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We made out in the foyer, barely getting the door closed, then moved all over the first floor into the kitchen and dining room then up to her bedroom. We got naked then crashed on her bed and made out some more. She was crazy - scratching, biting and licking me all over. It was driving me crazy and I couldn’t wait to bury myself into her. I started eating her out, and she was writhing on the bed, but then she stopped. I kept going, cause, duh, but after a while I looked up and she was dead asleep. She even started snoring! So, I crawled up the bed and laid next to her to cuddle. I thought maybe she’d nap, and we could resume in a bit. I was drunk too, so whatever. Just as I started to doze off, I heard a noise downstairs. I woke up and heard the door slam and keys drop onto the table. Fuck! She mentioned she was married, but her husband was away on business.”

“WTF??!?!? You hooked up with a married woman?”

“Well, yeah. I mean, she was hot and liked me. She said her husband was a dick and they hadn’t fucked in years, so she met guys and hooked up when he was out of town.”

“Jesus, Chris. This may be the best story yet!”

Anyway, I freaked out and threw my shit out of the second story bedroom window then jumped out onto the porch roof. I was able to climb down using the gutter and fence and trash cans, then I called you. The worse part is - we never had sex. I got all worked up but had to abort the launch. I have blue balls like crazy.”

We’d never had sex - he is always chaising women and never mentioned guys before, but I thought there’s a first time for everything, and desperation certainly is a motivator.

“You want to fuck me?”

“Dude, are you serious? I have thought about tapping your ass, but never grabbed the opportunity. You always talk about how good it is. Sure! Why the fuck not.”

It was so fucking early that we didn’t need to worry about getting caught, so I pulled into a strip mall parking lot and settled into a corner near some trees. I turned the car off and kicked off my sweats. He dropped his pants to his ankles, and he was similarly freeballing, so I leaned over and took him into my mouth. His dick was great - about 7.5 inches long with a little curve to the left and a large head on top of his veiny shaft. His hairy balls (straight guys…) were sitting on top of his thighs, since his legs were trapped by the tight seat and his pants. I took him all the way down and started throating his dick, coating it in spit and jacking the part not in my mouth. He was worried he’d fire off too soon, so he pulled me up and started kissing me.

That surprised me! I didn’t expect that, but he was a great kisser, using his lips and tongue and even teeth to overwhelm my mouth. We tongue fought and lip smacked for a long time, giving him a chance to calm down. Then he reached over and pulled my body over the center console. He reclined his seat, and I put my feet and knees on either side of his body and laid down on top of him. My dick was pressed between us, and his was pushing against my taint. He reached down and raised it up, and it was still wet from my spit, so I raised up slightly and lined him up with my entrance before pushing down and taking him in.

Car sex is never great, but the urgency and suddennes made it hot. He was pushing up into me, and I was holding steady, just letting him use my hole to get off. He started kissing me again, wrapping his arms around my body and holding me tight against his chest. He was driving into me, his balls slapping up against my hole. His veiny dick felt great in my hole, and his mushroom head was scraping against my prostate with each thrust into my body. That stimulation was driving me crazy, and I could feel my orgasm slowly building inside. I rose up and pulled off of him, since I didn’t want to cum yet and end this.

I turned around and put my feet on the floor between his knees, then lowered myself back onto his dick, the reverse position hitting new spots deep inside my hole. He reached up and grabbed my shoulders, pushing me down hard onto his dick each time I rose up. The big ridge of his head was nearly coming out of my hole, stretching me open with each rise and fall of my body. I kept squatting on his dick until I could feel my orgasm build inside again. He started moaning louder as well, so I leaned back and laid down on top of him, putting my feet on his knees. I kept thrusting onto his dick and grinding against his groin with each drop down onto him. About the fifth time I was grinding my hole against his body, my orgasm exploded out of me and covered my chest and abs with hot, white cum. My contractions around his dick and the milking of my colon against his shaft caused him to squeeze me tightly and fire his cum deep inside my convulsing hole. After we stopped cumming and came down from our ecstasy, we just laid there for a few minutes. I held his hands, and he nibbled on my ear.

I eventually rolled off of him and got into my seat again, his cum leaking out of my ass onto the leather of my car. I pulled up my sweats and then got out of the car to adjust everything and wipe the cum off my seat. He got dressed again and settled into the passenger seat again. By the time I got everything back together and got back into the car, he was passed out on the seat, smiling sweetly.

I got us back to campus, and he woke up enough to get up to his room and pass out again. After making sure he was safe, I got back to my room and crashed onto the bed, my sweats sticking to my ass crack where Chris’s load leaked out driving home.

[mareenavee]

Another ask for you. Share something weird/quirky/funny about your creative process (could be writing, could be art, could be anything else) that you recently discovered and went "huh!"

HI :D This is actually a great question! I'm going to talk about art first for just a short funny anecdote because I don't normally get a chance to share! It'll circle back to writing though, promise!

Okay :D

So for art, I only just started relearning toward the end of 2019 after a decade-long break. I am not the world's greatest artist. I don't know or remember the RULES (tm). But with social media as it is, I do know there's this heavy pressure to make your sketchbooks pretty and shareable. Mine has NEVER been that way. Not ever once, not even when I was actively drawing and painting daily before I got into art school. (I didn't go, btw -- I went to college for writing instead.)

So something that I do that I didn't realize others didn't do at first because, again, most people are sharing their "finished pieces" pretty sketchbooks, is when I draw something very obviously wrong, warped, or even downright scarily messed up, I'll write "omg I'm so sorry" or something in the margins lol and then I just move on. And when I review my sketchbook when it's done, it never fails to make me laugh. Even the messed up sketches are practice, at the end of the day.

When it comes to writing, there's not really a sketchbook per se but I do leave myself similar notes lol. I have documents with ideas in them and I also mostly carry around a small notebook that I jot ideas down in when I'm not home or can't be bothered messing with the google docs app on my phone. Every once in a while when I'm feeling particularly stuck, I'll go back through my ideas docs and notebooks.

The other day I opened one of my docs that just said "idea" for the title and inside it said: "You had a thought, which is rare enough, but then they actually managed to call your number for once in this godforsaken dmv office and now the idea is gone. Sorry about that." Apparently that was one of the times I didn't have my notebook on me LOL 😂

So yes, vague apology notes for ideas that have disappeared or gone sideways are very much a part of my creative process. I keep them anyway, and I'm not ashamed of "bad ideas" or "horrible sketches." Each piece is a part of the journey. And looking back is incredibly funny, most of the time, and even still somewhat inspiring. Especially with my art, if I drew something wrong months ago, it's kind of gratifying if I can manage to draw a better rendition of it today. And with writing, even confusing ideas that make no sense when I return to them later can still be refined and used for something else. Otherwise, it's good to just laugh it off and try again.

#AskMareena #writeblr #fanficblr #writing advice #art advice #writing tips

[namesarehardforme]

Get to know the fanfic writer

Thanks to @laboradorescence for the tag, @smoothjazz98 and @declawedwildcat get tagged, idiots

When did you post your first-ever fanfic?

Um. See, that's up for debate - I collabed on a Hunger Games Mary Sue parody fic with Kianlon way back in 2011, but since that was posted on her fanfiction.net account, I have to credit a Pokemon oneshot that has the dubious honor of being the only fic I've ever deleted out of cringe from I wanna say... 2013? 2014?

First character(s) you wrote?

My 3 edgy 5 me OCs that were all named "Blazer" from various forum rps in middle school. For characters that existed in a canon I'd guess Ash and Pikachu

Main character(s) you are currently writing?

Define "currently writing" lol, for the google doc I've touched the most recently, it's Drew Tanaka from Percy Jackson and her dad, but I've also been very slowly working on a silly little Batfam fic centering on Tim

Character(s) you haven’t written about before but plan to soon?

ha. plan. that's cute - if I could answer this question there'd already be a wip sitting in a my google docs

Fandom(s) you’re currently writing?

Percy Jackson, Batman, collabing on a lil' oneshot for My Hero Academia with @smoothjazz98

Romantic pairing(s) you’re currently writing?

Jason Todd/Stephanie Brown (they're lying about it... or are they?)

Your top AO3 tags?

None - I haven't actually posted anything on AO3 before.

Current platform you use for posting?

Fanfiction.net, but I'm switching to AO3 the second I finish anything

Snippet of the WIP you are currently working on?

Let's go with the Batfam one - for context, Tim got amnesia and his friends/siblings are only giving him information in the form of 2 truths and a lie:

“Right again. Two truths and a lie: Lobo joined the team for a while, Cassie is the official leader of Young Justice, and Bart’s doing a space mission without us right now.”

“Lobo, like, Lobo?” he asked, very intelligently.

“He’s the only Lo I bo,” Conner answered, equally intelligently.

Jason began to regret picking Conner up in the first place.

“Bart could never keep a spaceship in working order for however many years it’s been since that baseball game - that can’t be true. The other stuff? Sure, why not? It makes as much sense as the thing with Klarion.”

“Eh, enough about Young Justice. Two truths and a lie,” Jason interrupted before Conner could even tell Tim that he was right. “The Joker is dead, Batman killed him, and there hasn’t been an Arkham breakout in weeks.”

“All lies. Batman doesn’t kill, Joker would never have the decency to die,” Tim answered confidently. (“You got that right.”) “And Steph said Duke was fighting Riddler, like, right now.”

”Yup! You didn’t miss much, Timmy, Gotham’s still Gotham.”

#ask game #i really should work on literally any fic stuff #but i'm working on job hunt / studying for the fe exam #and tired #...mostly tired

[soranihimawari]

Reconnected at Last

Pairing: farmer!kita x comic artist!yn

Word count: 1.6K

Warning: 17+ suggestive ending//allusions to sex (not stated, but unprotected sex is what is implied)

Rating: KSF (fluff)// classmates ->fake lovers -> endgame

Notes: clearing out my docs on Google…

Autumn gives way to winter on another side of the city. Kids and parents alike are waiting for local arenas to open up the ice skating rinks and Yuletide night markets are being finalized. This time of year always had left you a bit flustered—peppermint drinks and westernized traditions typically warm your heart down to the soul, yet alas, with no one special to celebrate your winter work-break with, you decide to go home for a few days.

Your parents are out of town enjoying their time abroad visiting family members, so you come back home to Hyogo with an empty house to greet you. You’re thankful for the space given, considering you’re thinking of self-publishing a short series (about thirty each) one shot of shouyou manga; an editor in your department said it should be fine since everyone in the office was interested in your work. Truthfully, you hope your stories are worth telling because you don’t recall ever dating since you graduated college. Sure, perhaps there was one person from your past you were close to, but it never really amounted to anything other than amicable friendship.

Perhaps assisting an older lady in the combini in your stint as a part timer in third year high school led to such friendly terms with a classmate of yours. From what you gather, he and his teammates (his close friends group too) were a bit rambunctious. Especially at the store at a later hour. All you’re trying to do is perfect a sketch of said classmate struggling to stay awake in self-study. You’re strategically in the center of the classroom while he’s a few seats ahead and to the left of you.

Thinking back to the day you formally met, a smile softly spreads across your face. You’re drawing your blinds open in your childhood room and you can almost hear the chimes from the combini in your memory—

“Oi, welcome in,” you greet from the freezer. You were restocking some mochi ice cream.

“Domo,” his voice is quite deeper than you thought. Curious one you are, you poke your head up between the aisles to see a neatly brushed fine of bleached white hair; it’s wild to see a pure white fox’s ear twitch when you exhale a cute, “eep!” before dodging under a sale sign. He tried not to chuckle when he blatantly hears you curse after smacking your elbow against the shelf. You’re embarrassed when you come back to the register.

“Ya alright there?” This classmate asks you. His leaning in makes you flustered.

“I’m fine,” Your voice cracks when his molten golden eyes bores into your skull. Your heart is beating a bit outside your chest as the transaction continues.

“Yer in my class, right?”

“Mm.”

“Drew me almost sleepin’ in study hall,” he chuckles.

You don’t even have a chance to deny it after pressing the total button because he surprises you—“went to the art club’s portfolio exhibition for extra credit last month. Ya did a good job at paintin’ me darl.”

Presently, you shake your head clearing your mind. You take your cell phone outside of your pants pocket Your your curiosity is piqued when you press the call icon underneath your former classmates’ name. Two calls and he picks up.

“Hey Kita Shin,” you greet. “Yeah, it’s been a while… um, are ya free tonight? … the combini? I’ll see you there.”

You hang outside the old store patiently waiting until you see an old modeled pick up truck park on the street. The driver smirks at you with this peaceful expression and as you climb into the passenger seat, his hand keeps yours warm while driving back to the farm. Together, you talk about life post college for you; you inform him about being selected next to be published, then he tells you he’s a successful farmer now too:

“The sole provider for Miya Osamu’s restaurant, huh?” You nudge your shoulder against his at a stoplight. “Yer kouhai are amazin’, huh?”

“They are,” he bites back a laugh. The light changes and for what it’s worth, was your former classmate drives up the road to his now inherited home.

“I wanted to visit before she passed,” your voice carries a frown when you glance out the window. “Obaa-chan was kind.”

“She was,” the pick up is now parked in front of the house.

A silent pause falls over you too before you shake your hand free from his.

“Shinsuke, I should have called much sooner,” you confess. “I should have been here for you and visited beforehand.”

“Ya were busy, so don’t beat yerself up,” he offers, hopeful smile and all.

“Busy?” You scoff. “I wasn’t busy, I just didn’t want to come back and give an old woman false hope.”

False hope occurred when you stopped by one afternoon before your shift started at the combini. Kita’s granny had answered the door and there you stood with an extra set of handouts for the next exam. You explain you’re here to drop the items off since nationals were around the corner. Though she invites you for some tea, you declined saying you had a shift starting soon.

Eventually that night, kita sends you a cryptic text where you are a bit perplexed as to why you head to fake being together to protect his aging gran’s heart. You keep the façade up for a few more weeks, saying the day you move to your dorm is the day you two ‘break up.’ What you don’t know is what happens to Kita after that; the lines blurred for him a little too much and try as he might to get you to listen to him, you would push him away saying you shouldn’t continue because ‘i don’t want to hurt you.’

“Obaa-san didn’t have false hope,” Kita presently says. A defeated sigh prefaced what he was going to say. “I did.”

Your eyes go wide and your body nearly jumps out of the passenger seat yelling, “Hah?!”

“… but ya ran off to start yer first year at university and I stayed here.”

He shakes his head as he opens up a rather challenging secret to tell you—

“But we could have made it work,” You defend, an incredulous stern look burned holes into his memory. “I could’ve come home more—”

“I don’t think so, ya said so yerself, ya were busy.”

“Busy? Yes, but had I known how you felt, I’d make time for ya…,” You hold on to his wrist gently, tugging him to turn his body to face you. “If I could make time for my parents, I’d make time for ya too.”

There are lots of brilliant things in Kita Shinsuke’s life: the sun, the jade dragon statue in the living room, the silver keys to the barn, your eyes in the sunset…Now, as he leans in, he gives you a minuscule amount of time before you feel his pursed lips graze your hairline. You don’t stop the warmth spreading from ear to ear as the blush settles in.

“Are ya gonna invite me inside?” You inquire in between nudging your forehead against his growing grin.

“What about dinner?” He reaches over to open your door.

“Make me something after,” you call over your shoulder after you climb out of the truck. Winking up at him shaking his head, he leans over the steering wheel before exiting the truck.

With him following behind you, the door slides open and closed. Kita has your back pressed up again the wall right by the corner of his hallway; you’re pulling his shirt, guiding him toward you. Something in the way his lips taste and feel makes you want to accelerate this pace. Essentially, when his hands find their way to your waist, he murmurs an order to you: “off.” He pinches the fabric of your shirt before you obey his request. You sigh into his mouth raising your arms to ease the fabric up and overhead. There is a fondness in the silence you share with him as he bows his head to catch your lips with his.

“C’mere Shin,” you breath exasperated by his lingering presence; your fingers gently wrap around the hemline of his work jeans.

You make quick work of his softened shirt asking if you could take it off for him. He’s one step ahead of you, pulling it over from behind, his dual-toned hair flutters about much like yours did. The shirt falls to the floor just as your eyes readjust to fully seeing each other in this state of springlike warmth.

“Gods the sun must love you,” you murmur, tracing his lips with your fingers. Glancing down you take note of the slightly bronzed skin as though you’re drinking the day with him now.

“Not as much I do,” his voice is deeper than before. He’s so much closer now; it’s enough for you to boldly flirt with the person he’s grown to become.

“Is that so?”

Tell me you wanted this too, somehow the words go unsaid.

“Yes.”

Your hands cup his cheek as your back is pushed at an angle he wants to continue kissing you in. Kita gives pause from bruising your lips moving to kiss your jaw line, then down the juncture where your neck and collar bone meet. You let out a long drawl of his name—you sound like you’re whining, but Kita is agonizingly slow when he sinks his teeth into the flesh there. Your reaction when you jerk forward makes him almost laugh into your delicate skin; his teeth marks are still there, disappearing with a tender impress of his lips.

With one hand on your waist, the other slides down the back of your thigh, cupping the back of your knee, Kita raises it a bit higher to tease you how he plans on solving this need to have you. You know the longer he does this, while you tongues carve a physical touch language into the other, the longer the damp spot in your underwear forms—you let out another breathier mewl and this time, when your eyes flutter open to see the heavier lidded ones of the young-old captain, he bestows a nickname fit for you.

Without warning, kita’s other hand moves from your back to the other thigh, and he had this mischievous smirk. You don’t really brace yourself until you’re lifted to comfortably sit against his hips, your legs wrapping around his waist. He chuckles when her feels you press against the sweet side of his neck, teasingly nipping against his earlobe. Your hair grazes his chest as he walks you to a room he’s been meaning to share with you.

A few hours later, into the early night, you’re drifting in and out of a sleep-like state. Your hair smells of freshly crushed oranges and lavender soap, yet you’re comfortably laying on a bed that isn’t your own. Half dressed behind you is someone who waited an exceptionally long time for you to come back. He had a few marks on his collar where your sweet lips had been, begging him to hurry up and satiate the hunger growing between your bodies.

“Shin,” you call gently, curling into him a bit more.

“Mm?” An arm wraps around your torso, grazing your skin, a thumb rubbing small circles on your shoulder.

“I could get used to this,” you peck his jaw before burrowing back into being comfortable in his hold. Kita’s free hand plays with your hand, tracing small lines over the back of your palm, listening to your breathing even out.

“Me too, darlin,” He murmurs, caressing the bangs out of your eyes. Golden eyes glance down at you wearing nothing but an old shirt of his, a small pile of clothes in a heap by the entrance of the bathroomis the only viable proof of the intimate moment shared. His imagination is kind, envisioning late night dinners with you, sharing inside jokes,meeting up with his kouhai saying ‘look at my love.’ His lips press against yours gingerly, watching your nose twitch right before you show him a drowsy smile.

“Me too,” are the words you hear when he rests his head atop yours.

As you both drift into a much needed slumber, both of you figure the future can wait for a little while longer. The present where Kita Shinsuke and you give into selfish ways causes a meadow to bloom. Sure a love story is laid there between you two as you sleep, yet come the morning, you awake to softened kisses before hearing Kita’s salutations in your ear. Looping an arm around his shoulders, you raise yourself up to kiss him at a better angle teasingly you return his kisses with a needier coy phrase: “five in the mornin’ an’ I’m already loving this side of you.”

“Oh?”

You open your legs covered by the duvet underneath and trap him there, bucking up slightly to kiss him a bit deeper, more playful than before when you push against him again. Hands on his supple cheeks he groans when you rest your forehead against his, fingers of his trailing down the small of your back, pinching the elastic band of your underwear.

“Shut up and remind me how much you do, pretty boy.”

#🌻— flying around collecting pollen—queue #sora after hours #haikyuu x reader #sora scribbles 2022 #soft sora hours: kita shunsuke

[shrimps-e]

How lego chima indirectly saved my art career.

Heya. I know this is a bit of an odd post, I’ve literally typed all this out on a google document but I think that shows how serious I’m going to be taking this topic. I genuinely believe that Lego Legends of Chima did in fact sorta revitalise my art career when I was at my lowest but to explain that I’ve first got to explain why I started my art instagram back in 2021 and what happened leading up to me joining the fandom.

Back in 2021, during the dreaded lockdown that we all probably remember, I was incredibly bored one day and decided to draw a character based on this fangan (which to those who know what it is, it’s basically a fan-made danganronpa story.), I had done one piece before but it was shit and I hated it and in 2023 I took that down. That’s beside the point though what matters was that that’s where I truly started, doing fanart for stuff I cared about. But in 2023 I was hit with a road-block. Those who know what I’m talking about next know how much it affected me but basically my art teacher who I had in year 10 left my school. I knew for a while since she accidentally shared her retirement letter to me but I think she left for a different reason. Anyways, her replacement was this horrible guy who genuinely gave me panic attacks because I was afraid of him, the way he shouted and all. If you want me to exemplify how different these two teachers were, my year 10 art teacher loved whatever her pupils drew and inspired multiple of us to draw what we liked but with my year 11 art teacher he only got us to draw what he wanted us to draw and instilled fear into us all really. But that’s besides the point. What matters here is that he got me to draw stuff I wasn’t used to because I normally draw humans and characters but he got me to draw objects and turn them into spaceships which whilst decent wasn’t what I was used to drawing (which after my Art GCSE I haven’t done since). This caused me a massive art block because even though I was still doing and posting art I began to question myself if it was even worth it to continue doing art on instagram at all. Even though I was coming up with new ideas I never really went through with them because of this block and question.

On March 4th of 2023, I remembered Lego Chima due to finding the old vita game and asked a group chat I was in at the time if anyone remembered it. One person did and this sort of inspired me to go look for it, and even though it took ages I did eventually find it and sat through the first episode. In the exact words of the message I put “That first episode was a fuckin’ doozy- Like it was good but like- wtf was Cragger thinking-” “I gen hope it gets better” which it sorta did for me? I started watching it in an ironic sense, the sense that “it’s so bad it’s good” sort of way. Now keep this in-mind for later, it isn’t a secret that I ship Sans and Grillby I have done for ages now but when it came to chima I sort of latched on to Laval and Cragger being a pairing. Anyways, the further I got into the show the more I became obsessed with it and I think I fully realised I had inadvertently joined the fandom by like Season 1 Episode 8, let me explain what happened to the best of my memory. Normally when I was watching the show, I tackled one episode every night before going to bed, when I got to this episode nothing really stuck out to me for most of the moment until the ending where Laval gushed about being called an Incredible Speedor racer by Dom (I think those were the words I don’t know), I remember saying in my head “Oh I did that.” And I went to sleep and the next day I remembered it and was like “Holy shit could Laval be on the Autism Spectrum?!” and I remember gushing to my friend (who I’ll get into later as they relate to this story) and eventually coming up with my first genuine headcanon for the show.

Now this is where the art stuff comes in, on March 15th I did my first sketches of Laval and Cragger. Granted it was just their heads but it’s proved to me that something was there. A couple of days later was when I became friends with Ray (which I’ve probably dedicated to its own post on both instagram and Tumblr so I won’t go into how I met them here) and they were able to help me in multiple ways, including with drawing the different chima characters itself. Plus with the support from my irl friends about being in the fandom it sort of revived my love for art. But how? Well it’s simply because that you can do alot with the characters as I’ve seen with fanfiction and art itself. From my understanding and from what I’ve been told, the characters were made so that people could see themselves in the characters and I think some of the art that I have and haven’t posted reflect this alot. Especially when I’ve drawn Laval like I see a lot of traits I have myself in Laval and even though he isn’t the best lego protagonist he’s my favourite for that reason.

I believe chima revitalised my love for art because I became hyperfixated on it when I needed it. It’s widely believed that school hinders creativity and it’s something I’ve seen happen myself and as I stated, nearly happened to me too. But after I joined the fandom I became more confident in my art, but I was still extremely nervous about showing it off but as I said in an instagram story post I asked my friends and they said to do it so that’s what I did and as of the 22nd of April 2023 I began to talk about Lego Legends of Chima being my new hyperfixation with me adding two posts relating to it the very next day. Both posts got 23 likes put together (13 on the first one and 10 on the second one). I don’t think I’ve ever had as much of a confidence boost since March and April of 2023 over my art, especially since that boost wasn’t the only one that happened within that time-frame.. Those two posts honestly revived my love for making art and I couldn’t be more grateful since the stuff I’ve made since then has been honestly great, even if it doesn’t get alot of likes.

In conclusion, that one decision from over a year ago about watching the show again honestly did so much for me which then caused me to do other things that also caused me to go and do cool things. AT 16!! Between this and writing Strangers from Another Realm, though writing SFAR might’ve been more impactful to me, the choice to watch the show was what caused that choice to be made. Honestly, thanks Lego Chima for keeping me going on my path on doing art and honestly being a comfort show I remember dearly to this day.

#lego chima #Lego #postive vent

[uncannyviolet]

To Art Stream or Not To Art Stream, and other musings??

Lately, I don't know why I have this urge in the back of my head where I would like to look into bringing back into art streaming. It had always been to be able to do that back in 2015 lol where you can take a break from what you're working on and talk/chat with others about art, the process of making art, share tips and tricks, and/or get some feedback when you're stuck on something. I kind of miss that aspect of art making that I had when i was attending art school...making art in a bubble is...tragically, lonesome.

Kind of want to go back into it...but I'm also hesitant. Not sure what it is, but it seems like wanting to art stream is kind of like a whole new thing since VTubers became a thing? Or there's a need for you to make it like some kind of entertainment and you have to become an entertainer to keep your audience engaged and invested lol Obviously, this is kind of trivial if you just want to stream how you want to stream...So, I began looking into it...and oh boy...My laptop was like "please don't, I'm old and on my last leg...don't speed up my death...!" XDDDD I must also add, things for streaming in the last few years have progressed like CRAZY! Not to mention their price tags being an awfully hefty one. Kind of both overwhleming and discouraging. Well, I'm still tethering and on the fence about it, so I guess I won't be doing anything until I make a concrete decision. So many things to consider.

BUT! As of late, with that thought in mind, I kept thinking about making a new OC (of sorts) who will be the avatar of this (potential) art stream thing lol And...it's been kind of fun! Also found out that there's a challenge for this month called "OC-tober", kind of nice that it's...indirectly?? related lol 

So I thought, why not write a blog post about it! So...here we are, me babbling about stuff. Have fun reading my...musings...?

I sketched this environment piece and asked some questions like "What kind of person/creature would live in a place like this?" Drew a blank until the thought of flying fish or a dragon came to mind. I always liked flying fish...and had also wanted to make a flying fish OC. And off I went with my usual kick~ "Tis time to make a yokai-flying-fish OC!"

Things are always easier said then done. I had zero ideas for a couple of days lol But on a good day, while I was watching some anime and looking at flying fish photos on google...the thought of "It would be really funny if this character's face looks like a fish's face." XDDDD So that got the ball rolling at least. Maybe more things will come if I doodle their face...And one thing led to another, we arrived got a concept (albeit at like 11PM before I should be heading off to bed...). A silly fellow without a single clue, but their face is both funny and cute. I really like the little "mochi" eyebrows and that 'w' shaped mouth lol If all else fails, I can have a cat or bunny OC XDDDD Always good to have a backup plan. ("First thing I learned from Batman" - Dick Grayson lol)

After finishing this doodle and sleeping on it, I gave it some more thought...and arrived here with ANOTHER 11PM drawings lol Wonder what other things will be coming out of this from my 11PM sessions...but at the moment, This clueless fellow is starting to take up some shape. Those mochi eyebrows are so cute lol I'm going to be having fun with these fish scales XDDDDD

Not too sure where this is going to take me, but it's kind of fun just...going with the flow. I'll have to see what happens haha Now that they have some shape, comes the next major hurdle...What to name this clueless fellow?? 

Until I get that figured out, take care~! Thanks for reading and making it this far! P.S. If you have name suggestions, do let me know lol Still drawing a blank with that to name this silly little guy.

#oc #update #random thoughts #my art: traditional #original

[hazeballs]

Mysteries

A missing pet

A haunted house

A treasure hunt

A secret code

I feel like it goes without saying these critters are like...teenagers?

Honestly I'm giving myself boxcar kids vibes with this idea. Like Critter Nancy Drew.

The Critters

The leader: smart, curious, level-headed - obviously, it's the raccoon because I love raccoons but also they're smart.

The one who's always there and is bfffs with the raccoon, a true ride or die. Is willing to run headfirst into trouble if it means helping the leader - a mouse? It would be cute if it was something small. Okay. Something small, but also tough. Mice aren't really?? Let me Google...a Mole? But does that make it weird because mysteries, moles? Actually. Yes she can be a huge dork in love. Glasses, a bow, the raccoon is always like bro you can't just run towards danger.

The sneaky one who doesn't mind getting dirty looking for the truth - ooooooo a rat? Because it gives the dirty and also shows that even though rats have a bad reputation, this little dude is doing a great job helping and you shouldn't judge a book by its cover. Isn't originally part of the group, but saves the mole from a snake? Cool that tracks. A rat can get a snake.

One of their parents? Look into what animals stay together as a family. I think possums? Raccoons?

Make a map

Make a map to include in the front so people know what the town looks like. Make it with rice like people do for D&D maps. Because that's cute shit. But make it like a kid would make the map.

There needs to be enough places and in a coherent manner

Each of their houses

Their hide out where they keep track of stuff

A grocery store

A park

The outer woods

A school

A bookstore or library? (moles parents work there and they get information from them because they don't think anything if it)

Other places?

An overall series arc?

I need to make a choice. How many books will this be? 3? 4?

It can be a yearly? And either middle school (3 grades) no. High school? So 4 grades and the series can end when they leave for college.

Make the rat the villain in the first one? And at the end of the first one he saves the mole from the actual bad guy, a snake, and the raccoon and mole realize that he'd be a good asset. And in that case there needs to be 3 to begin with and then the rat can round it out as the fourth member.

So the arc. Weird stuff is happening in town. Things are going missing, treasures are being found, but really the graduates just come back to keep up the premise of living in a haunted mystery town. It makes sense in my head.

Hmm maybe. Let me think. The mystery critters start high school, the trio are already friends from previous schooling. They hear from their older siblings about how weird things just happen in town their entire lives and they don't know why. They live for this story about how they live in a haunted town full of mysteries. They go to their first day of classes and everything is normal. They go in the next week and their history teacher is missing. Nobody has heard from him, he just didn't show up. They think it has everything to do with the mystery town. A rat is skulking around. They've never seen him before - but it turns out the history teacher is his uncle and he's worried. The trio doesn't know that yet and thinks the rat is bad news. They do odds and ends and find notes from back in the day about how people just started going missing and they were never heard from again (they're really just going to college and moving) - so they start looking for their history teacher. Eventually they're getting close to finding him and a snake shows up and tries to kill the mole but the rat saves her. Then the rat tells them the teacher is his uncle and how he'd been acting weird before he disappeared and he wants to help.

Book two - the rat uncle is back, but weird. Like different somehow. The quad doesn't understand where he's been but he's been gone and everyone else is just happy to have him back. The quad are all friends and are working on a science project for the science fair and it keeps getting sabatoged. They are just miffed at first but then they start turning on each other. One of them decides to have a stake out to see what's going on. They don't tell the group what they're doing, but in the morning they're found with the destroyed project. The 3 others are appalled that the critter would do this and shun them. The one who fell asleep vows to find who's doing this. I think it should be the raccoon because the mole would be conflicted. So then the mole starts watching the raccoon more closely because how could they just destroy this many years of friendship. The raccoon decides to do another stake out under the cover of darkness and the mole stakes out the raccoon.

I'm getting a little lost right now.

I'll reread this a little later and get it together. I have to do normal errands now

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1️⃣🏃‍♂️💣 for the asks?

1️⃣ What’s the first fandom you ever participated in online?

Like a lot of folks my age, it was Harry Potter. I'm a perfect fit into that very specific subset of younger millennials that's been nicknamed "The New Bratpack," referencing Miley, Selena, Justin, Nick, Ariana, Timothy, and a number of young male actors and artists whose popularity has spiked enough to give him press coverage, until he does something dumb and and just fades away, as a revival of "Original Bratpack" wide group-recognition Matt Dillon, Tom Cruise, Patrick Swayze, Ralph Maccio, Rob Lowe, and a many others who have made Hollywood shine for the past four or five decades.

All of that might be jumbled, but this, people who started attending school in the year 2000, after spending birth through 1999 raised without much encombus, at home, with a family. Schools had just introduced a new special activity, "Computer Lab," (during which a "technology educator" and a teacher would show the students the bells and whistles of Windows 1998, then keep everyone from putting misspelled profanity at the top of their word documents, because they hadn't learned to use the backspace key yet. Anxious children would cry out for help, and devious ones would pester their friends to ask if "the F-word" ended with a C or a K.)

My bio family got one of those white Gateway boxy things when I was 5-ish, and then when I was 12-ish they replaced it with a laptop and desktop, AND I was now allowed to have my own profile and (loosely monitored) internet access.

Very much true to that spot of a generation, the magic or still-releasing Harry Potter books and, and continuous release of "limited edition" paraphernalia was still a concrete part of, well, everyone I knew's lives. It made making school acquaintances easier. I can be very OCD about my most voracious task of interest of the moment, and memorizing trivia was a hobby of mine.

I'm not going to go back and count the years or do math, but I'm not THAT much younger than Emerson Spartz. By the time extended periods of free internet were allowed, I found MuggleNet, which had just barely spiffed up enough to be a Google recommendation, in addition to becoming navigable for a middle schooler who knew computer skills, up to and including, QWERTY and click-with-mouse.

Once I'd poked around enough to have read all the tabs and verbally debated the guesses for upcoming book subplots (I was way too afraid to leave a comment), I found their fanfiction collection, and I was immediately hooked. I thought it was fun, but there. was probably a glitch in the system. A search term would be run through all data of all text of all files, of all stories of the site. I have some buzzwords. They haven't changed much over the years.

At 12ish I was reading fanfic a few times a week. By age 16 I was hand-writing or making shitty (ha, windows 98, remember?) typed stories that I'd print out and just hide in my room. I just got onto AO3 a little bit before starting my blog, making me a full adult before I hit the "publish" key.

🏃‍♂️ What/s your longest running fandom you still have interest in?

I love Titain A.E., which is a very underrated 20th Century Fox animated film released in the summer of 2000. It's a StarWars-type adventure/mild thriller, definitely PG (kid friendly, but the plot's intricate and there's some canon-typical violence), it really hit the ball out of the park for me. Yes, I believe it is now a Disney pawn, since the mouse in whiteface is carrying on with throwing cash, and grinning at the knowledge of the outcome of the next slippery deal, but it's been long forgotten.

After a disappointing theater run, someone let dust gather on the cover of the original notebook. Characters voiced by Matt Damon and Drew Barrymore, pushed together by fate, must continue to survive in the midst of an inter-species war as they search for a hidden method to restore Earth, all whilst overcoming the obstacles of their post-apocalyptic cyberpunk environment and keeping an eye out for enemies, which may not be where they're expected...

Ok, that sells, right? And the soundtrack is amazing (even if it's a smidge dated, but that underscores the cyberpunk vibe nicely as well)--Lit's Over My Head is a big feature.

The three main characters in the film are all humans in an alien-dominated environment, and they come from drastically different backgrounds. There are three scenes dispersed along the plotline where each of the three characters are wounded/sedated/receiving medical treatment/engaging in field medicine... And with the three characters also having huge potential for the filling in of missing moments and little opportunities of added H/C, one can take things in a lot of different ways, and with a lot of freedom to create complementary backstory.

💣 Have you ever been a part of a fandom during what might be considered a major fandom event?

...No... Not, like, a con. Though I'd love to attend a comicon.

But I have done, oh, eight or so, midnight releases over the stretch of my teens. And a few book parties. Though those, at least in the geographical area in which I grew up, meant that maybe 20 or 30 people would walk aimlessly around Borders (remember when those stores existed???) whilst trying to wave at the news van with its high beams on before it backs out of the gridlock of the parking lot.

#Starbucks sunday #ask game #ask meme

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“I Am YEG Arts” Series: Allison Balcetis

Photo by Dhakshboo Photography

There are those who lead and those who follow. Saxophonist Allison Balcetis is the best of both. As a musician, teacher, collaborator, and performer, she has a lot of roles and responsibilities, but none delight her more than receiving the handoff from the composer—a moment she calls “the relay.” A close second best? That’d be the launch—a.k.a., sending out the music to the world. It’s no surprise then that the name of her album, Relay. Launch., is a celebration of that process. Sending music out to the world is exactly what she’ll be doing June 18, when she performs with the UltraViolet ensemble, presented by New Music Edmonton. Until then, and long, long after, you’ll likely find Balcetis doing what she knows best: championing the strength of multiple points of view, appreciating the foundation of family, and finding magic in the process. This week’s “I Am Yeg Arts” story belongs to Allison Balcetis.

Tell us about your connection to Edmonton and what keeps you living and working here.

I came to Edmonton to earn my Doctorate in Music from the U of A in 2007. I knew only one person here, William Street, who was my supervisor, and that was it! Beyond the very supportive community within the department of music, around 2010 I joined the board of New Music Edmonton (NME), a contemporary music concert non-profit, and that organization’s members and employees added immeasurably to my sense of belonging. The combination of rigorous study at the University with producing concerts with NME really professionalized me. It formed the basis of my arts network and has grown to include work with dancers like Gerry Morita of Mile Zero, Jen Mesch, poets like Shima Robinson, and other amazing musicians. I currently live about 2,400 miles from my nuclear family, but I feel so lucky to be both rooted and supported here by artists who want to play and make things together.

What drew you to the saxophone? Was it a natural fit or something you grew into?

I guess I came from a lineage of saxophonists, starting with my mother who played in high school, to my older sister (4 years older), and then me. My whole family is musical: my dad plays accordion and ukulele and sings in his church choir, my mom continues to play piano and is an avid concertgoer, and my sister continues to play saxophone. They’re all professionals in other fields, but my family was always going out to concerts.

They supported me early on by providing me with private lessons to supplement my public-school band education, and then my older sister went off to get her Bachelor’s degree in music and psychology, so I had a model of what was possible beyond high school. My sister and I would play duets together and, eventually, we busked together as a duo, so I had to be up to snuff at an early age or our act would fall apart! She kicked my butt in the best way possible, and I know I wouldn’t be here without that early inspiration.

Tell us about someone who’s been a mentor to you and how the experience influenced your path.

Well, beyond my sister, I’d have to say another early mentor was a jazz vibraphonist and drummer in Omaha, Nebraska (where I grew up). His name was Luigi Waites. You should google him, he’s a legend! He ran a jazz workshop for junior high and high school kids each spring and taught us the basics of jazz improvisation. He grew really close to my family, and I considered him like one of my grandparents. He jokingly called my mother his parole officer! He taught me about performing under pressure, not dwelling on mistakes in the moment, and being a reliable professional musician. He allowed me to play sometimes with his amazing band, Luigi Inc, in a bar before I was of-age (no period after “Inc” because It means “including,” not “incorporated.” This was the core of his spirit)! He and his bandmates were so supportive and treated me as a peer. I love and miss him dearly.

What’s one piece of advice you wish you’d had starting out? And what’s something you knew instinctively?

When I was in school studying music, I wish there had been more diverse music integrated into the curriculum. The post-secondary system of music education in North America is still pretty Euro-centric (even more so a while back), and I bought into that model. As a player of a non-orchestral instrument, for years I felt like the saxophone’s repertoire (and by extension, me) was not sophisticated enough, like I was studying music that (A) was just not as relevant to me as it was for my orchestral-instrumentalist peers, and (B) that I was all the lesser for it.

What did I know instinctively? I’m not sure, except that very early on I had the support of my family to study music in university, so if not “instinctively,” then at least early on I knew the inherent value of being a musician—that it’s important and worthwhile. It’s quite upsetting to work with students who are going against their parents’ wishes to study music. I admire their tenacity because it isn’t easy even in the best circumstances.

How important has collaboration been to your career, and why are you drawn to it?

Since moving to Edmonton, collaboration has been the focus of nearly my entire career. At the core of it, I guess it’s because I believe in the strength of multiple points of view when making something. I value the humility it takes to recognize that no one is an island. Perhaps the dread associated with climate anxiety and the fate of the planet (and then the myriad local issues as one zooms in) is better served by teaming up together. I think it’s true in matters of civics and democracy—and in creating art.

Relay. Launch. cover art by Parker Thiessen

Tell us a little about what your creative process looks like.

One aspect of my practice is to work with composers who are writing for the saxophone, whether it’s solo or in small groups. In this case, I research who interests me (and perhaps I’m already friends with them), and propose they write a piece for me or one of my groups. Then, if we’re successful in securing funding, the creative process begins. Sometimes composers want to know what I, specifically, can do on the saxophone, what I prefer, and what I excel at or find cumbersome. Then they start writing, sending me sketches of ideas, or simply asking if a certain musical gesture is possible. This can be a back-and-forth that lasts several months. Next, they send me a complete draft. After I prepare it, I’ll play it for them (this is often, say, about a few weeks before a public premiere), and they might find it necessary to make some small edits if there’s a discrepancy between what they imagined and how I played it. Then, it’s time for the public performance!

I love this process. I’ve done this with students who are assigned to write for me for school, as well as with professionals. In fact, I’ve probably done this process at least 100 times, and I really love being that half of the equation—the sounding of the thing that was written on paper. There’s a whole philosophical discussion to be had about when an idea becomes music. I like being in that timeline.

Who’s someone inspiring you right now?

American flutist Claire Chase is a big career inspiration for me. She founded the incredible International Contemporary Ensemble and has since moved on to a thriving solo career with a project that entails commissioning a slew of works each year. I admire her self-starting entrepreneurism and her commitment to the music of today.

Locally, there are several people who inspire me for their creativity and captivating performances: textile and sound artist Kelly Ruth, flutist Chenoa Anderson, poet Dwennimmen, percussionist Mark Segger, and dancers Gerry Morita, Jen Mesch, and Good Women Dance. This is only the beginning of my list though!

What are you currently working on or hoping to explore next?

I’m currently in between two concerts with my quartet, UltraViolet, where we’re premiering eight new works! Our second show is June 18.

Over the past few months, I have started some initial fiddlings with pedal effects on my saxophone, primarily for improvisation. I’ve been really inspired by the noise artists and improvisors in town who take either traditional instruments or atypical instruments and play them through various pedals, loopers, etc. It’s a mesmerizing performance, and I’m just starting out with it. My friend Kelly Ruth, for example, literally plays her weaving loom this way! She’s the one who encouraged me to plug in and amp up, so to speak.

Describe your perfect day in Edmonton. How do you spend it?

If we’re talking a Saturday or Sunday, I’m fortunate to live a few blocks from the south-side Italian Centre, so a pastry and latte is a great start. Then I’ll take my Chow Chow, Thor, to Buena Vista dog park. After that, the day might have a rehearsal with one of my groups, and the evening would involve attending a live show somewhere!

What excites you most about the YEG arts scene right now?

I love the cross-pollinating performances: the young jazz musicians who play a freer set with some of the more avant-garde “classical” musicians; the dancers who produce a visually stunning show with the visual artists and set designers; the poets who trust the musicians to improvise behind their words. Though the growing lack of affordable venue rentals is quite worrying to me, this is the kind of activity that buoys me and gets me really excited to be a part of this city.

Want more YEG Arts Stories? We’ll be sharing them here all year and on social media using the hashtag #IamYegArts. Follow along! Click here to learn more about Allison Balcetis, UltraViolet’s upcoming June 18 show, and her digital album, Relay. Launch, the proceeds of which go to Hares Outreach, a local mutual-aid network focused on advocacy, street outreach, and harm reduction.

Photo by Dhakshboo Photography

About Allison Balcetis

Internationally recognized as an ambitious contemporary saxophonist, Allison Balcetis has studied and collaborated with artists from around the world. Her international performance career includes concerts throughout North America, Europe, Brazil, Thailand, and Taiwan. Recent projects include partnering with André Mestre to create Curto-Circuito, a yearly workshop for young Brazilian composers, which has seen the creation of over 30 new pieces for saxophone and piano since 2014. Other creative partnerships include Colin Labadie, Ian Crutchley, Nicolás Arnáez, Thierry Alla, Rodrigo Bussad, and André Ribeiro. Her work as a soloist and chamber musician has produced over 100 world premieres.

As a faculty member of the University of Alberta since 2009, Allison trains the next generation of thoughtful, artistic musicians, teaching saxophone, chamber music, woodwind techniques, and aural skills. Outside of the university, Allison helps develop the contemporary arts community as former President of New Music Edmonton. From 2015–2018 she was co-curator of SubArctic Improv and Experimental Arts, a monthly concert series pairing dancers, musicians, text, and visual artists in a totally improvised context that saw over 200 artists grace its stage.

Allison’s recent chamber activities include the Edmonton Saxophone Quartet, improvisation ensemble damn magpies, UltraViolet ensemble, and work with Edmontonian musicians and dance companies, such as the Jen Mesch Dance Conspiracy and Mile Zero Dance.

In 2007 Allison co-founded Anubis Quartet, a Chicago-based ensemble with more than 30 commissions and premieres of provocative new music, performing with them until 2014. During her undergraduate degree, Allison won first place in the Fischoff National Chamber Music Competition in 2005.

Allison holds a Doctorate in Music from the University of Alberta where she studied with William Street. She also holds degrees from Bowling Green State University where she studied with John Sampen and is the first—and only—saxophonist to earn a joint degree from the Université de Bordeaux and the Conservatoire National de Région de Bordeaux where she studied with Marie-Bernadette Charrier.

#yeg #yegarts #edmonton #yegmusic #IAmYegArts

[meruz]

once again i am answering asks in a big compilation post. included is... gotham, patrick stump, tips about drawing backgrounds, tips about drawing in general, links to my faq, and infinity train

like.... the tv series? No... I’ve drawn dc comics fanart before, though. But it’s been years since I’ve been really into it. I like jumped ship like 10 years ago when the New 52 happened LOL.

AFJHDSLKGH I’m sorry I (probably) won’t do it again??

Actually full disclosure I have a truly cringe amount of p stump drawings/photo studies in my sketchbook right now LOL. He’s just fun to draw... hats, glasses, guitar, a good shape... but I don’t think I’ll rly post those until I can hide them in another big sketchbook pdf.. probably Jan 2022. Stay tuned........ (ominous) 

(ominous preview)

These are all sort of related to backgrounds/painting so I grouped them together even though they’re pretty much entirely separate questions.... ANYWAYS

a) How is it working as a BG artist? Is it hard? What show are you drawing for?

I think you’re the first person to ever ask me about my job! Being a background artist is great. It’s definitely labor intensive but I think that could describe pretty much any art job (If something were rote or easy to automate, you wouldn’t hire an artist to do it) and I hesitate to say whether its harder or easier than any other role in the animation pipeline. Plus, so much of what truly makes a job difficult varies from one production to the next, schedule, working environment, co-workers etc. But I will say that I think while BGs are generally a lot of work on the upfront, I think they’re subject to less scrutiny/revisions than something like character/props/effects design and you don’t have to pitch them to a room like boards. So I guess it’s good if you don’t like to talk to people? LOL

A lot of my previous projects + the show I’ve worked on the longest aren’t public yet so I can’t talk about em (but I assure you if/when the news does break I won’t shut up about it). But I’m currently working on Archer Season 12 LOL. I’m like 90% sure I’m allowed to say that.

b) ~~~THANK YOU!! ~~~

c) What exactly do you like to draw most [in a background]?

@kaitomiury​ Lots of stuff! I really like to draw clutter! Because it’s a great opportunity for environmental storytelling and also you can be kind of messy with it because the sheer mass will supersede any details LOL. 

I like to draw clouds... I like to draw grass but not trees lol,,, I like to draw anything that sells perspective really easily like tiled floors and ceilings, shelves, lamp posts on a street etc.

d) Do you have any tips on how to paint (observational)?

god there’s so much to say. painting is really a whole ass discipline like someone can paint their whole life and still discover new things about it. I guess if you’re really just starting out my best advice is that habit is more important than product. especially with traditional plein air painting, I find that the procedure of going outside and setting up your paints is almost harder than the actual painting. There’s a lot of artists who say “I want to do plein air sometime!!” and then never actually get around to doing it. A lot of people just end up working from google streetview or photos on their computer.

But going outside to paint is a really good challenge because it forces you to make and commit to lighting and composition decisions really quickly. And to work through your mistakes instead of against them via undo button.

My last tip is to check out James Gurney’s youtube channel because hes probably the best and most consistent resource on observational painting out there rn. There’s lots other artists doing the same thing (off the top of my head I know a lot of the Warrior Painters group has people regularly posting plein air stuff and lightbox expo had a Jesse Schmidt lecture abt it last year) but Gurney’s probably the most prolific poster and one of the best at explaining the more technical stuff - his books are great too.

e) Do you have tips for drawing cleanly on heavypaint?

@marigoldfool​ UMM LOL I LIKE ONLY USE THE FILL TOOL so maybe use the fill tool? Fill and rectangle are good for edge control as opposed to the rest of the heavy paint tools which can get sort of muddles. And also I use a stylus so maybe if you’re using your finger, find a stylus that works with your device instead. That’s all I’ve got, frankly I don’t think my drawings are particularly clean lol.

f) Tips on improving backgrounds/scenes making them more dynamic practicing etc?

Ive given some tips about backgrounds/scenes before so I’m not gonna re-tread those but here’s another thing that might be helpful...

I think a good way to approach backgrounds is to think of the specific story or even mood you want to convey with the background first. Thinking “I just need to put something behind this character” is going to lead you to drawing like... a green screen tourist photo backdrop. But if you think “I need this bg to make the characters feel small” or “I need this bg to make the world feel colorful” then it gives you requirements and cues to work off of.

If I know a character needs to feel overwhelmed and small, then I know I need to create environment elements that will cage them in and corner them. If a character needs to feel triumphant/on top of the world then I know I need to let the environment open up around them. etc. If I know my focal point/ where I want to draw attention, I can build the background around that.

Also, backgrounds like figure compositions will have focal points of their own and you can draw attention to it/ the relationship the characters have with the bg element via scale or directionality or color, any number of cues. I think of it almost as a second/third character in a scene.

Not every composition is gonna have something so obvious like this but it helps me to think about these because then the characters feel connected and integrated with the environment.

Some more general art questions

a) Do you have any process/tips to start drawing character/bodies/heads?

I tried to kind of draw something to answer this but honestly this is difficult for me to answer because I don’t think I’m that great at drawing characters LOL. Ok, I think I have two tips.

1) flip your canvas often. A lot about what makes human bodies look correct and believable is symmetry and balance. Even if someone has asymmetrical features, the body will often pull and push in a way to counterbalance it. we often have inherent biases to one side or another like dominant hands dominant eyes etc. you know how right-handed artists will often favor drawing characters facing 45 degrees facing (the artist’s) left? that’s part of it. so viewing your drawing flipped even just to evaluate it helps compensate for that bias and makes you more aware of balance.

2) draw the whole figure often. I feel like a lot of beginner artists (myself included for a long time) defer to just drawing headshots or busts because it’s easier, you dont have to think about posing limbs etc. But drawing a full body allows you to better gauge proportion, perspective, body language, everything that makes a character look believable and grounded.

Like if you (me) have that issue where you draw the head too big and then have to resize it to fit the proportions of the rest of the body, it’s probably because you (I) drew the head first and are treating the body as an afterthought/attachment. Sketching out the whole figure first or even just quick drawing guides for it will help you think of it more holistically. I learned this figure drawing in charcoal at art school LOL.

oh. third mini tip - try to draw people from life often! its the best study. if you can get into a figure drawing/nude drawing class EVEN BETTER and if you have a local college/art space/museum that hosts those for free TREASURE IT AND TAKE ADVANTAGE OF IT, that’s a huge boon that a lot of artists (me again) wish they had. though if youre not so lucky and youre sitting in a park trying to creeper draw people and they keep moving.. don’t let that stop you! that’s good practice because it’s forcing you to work fast to get the important stuff down LOL. its a challenge!

b) I’ve been pretty out of energy and have had no inspiration to draw but I have the desire to. Any advice?

Dude, take a walk or something.... Or a nap? Low energy is going to effect everything else so you gotta hit that problem at its source.

If you’re looking for inspiration though, I’d recommend stuff like watching a movie, reading a book, playing video games etc. Fill up your idea bank with content and then give yourself time/space to gestate it into new concepts. Sometimes looking at other art works but sometimes it can work against you because it’s too close. 

Also something that helps me is remembering that art doesn’t always have to be groundbreaking... like it’s okay to make something shitty and stupid that you don’t post online and only show to your friend. That’s all part of the process imo. If you want to hit a home run you gotta warm up first, right? Sports.

I should probably compile everytime i give tips on stuff like this but that’s getting dangerously close to being a social media artist who makes stupid boiled down art tutorials for clout which is the last thing i want to be... the thing I want to stress is that art is a whole visual language and there are widely agreed upon rules and customs but they exist in large part to be broken. Like there's an infinite number of ways to reach an infinite number of solutions and that’s actually what makes it really cool and personal for both the artist and the viewer. So when you make work you like or you find someone else’s work you like, take a step back and ask yourself what about it speaks for you, what about it works for you, what makes it effective, how to recreate that effect and how to break that effect completely, etc. And have a good time with it or else what’s the point.

for the first 2, I direct you to my FAQ

For the last one, I don’t actually believe I’ve ever addressed artwork as insp for stories/rp but I’ll say here and now yeah go ahead! As long as you’re not making profit or taking credit for my work then I’m normally ok with it. Especially anything thats private and purely recreational, that’s generally 100% green light go. I only ask that if you post it anywhere public that you please credit me.

(and I reserve the right to ask you to take it down if I see it and don’t approve of it’s use but I think that case is pretty rare.)

a) @lemuelzero101 Thank you!!! I haven’t played Life is Strange but actually  that series’ vis dev artist Edouard Caplain is one of my bigger art inspirations lately so that’s a really high compliment lol. And yeah I hope we get 5-8 too...!

b) Thank you for sticking around! I’ve been thinking about Digimon and Infinity Train in tandem lately, actually. They’re a little similar? Enter a dangerous alternate world and have wacky adventures with monsters/inanimate objects that have weird powers... there’s like weird engineers and mechanisms behind the scenes... also frontier literally starts with them getting on a train. Anyways if anyone else followed me for digimon... maybe you’d like Infinity Train? LOL

c) @king-wens-king I’M GLAD MY ART JUST HAS PINOY VIBES LOL I hope you are having a good day too :^)

a, b, c, d) yessss my Watch Infinity Train agenda is working....

e) aw thank you!! i think you should watch infinity train :)

#ask #trying this new thing where i tag people in the body of the post instead

[beann-e]

Mha Characters reacting to being hugged randomly by their s/o

Shinso

-shinso would welcome you & your hug & words & then fight you to see who’s better with their words

-i take from his character that he loves winning — no matter if it’s something small or not he’ll act like he doesn’t care for it but won’t stop until he wins

It’s been a hard day he’ll admit.

Today was his first day being around class 1-A — and he could honestly say

they were just as annoying as he thought

Everyone was too quick to welcome him and surround him which just pissed him off

well, apart from the asshole with the red eyes who he refused to keep eye contact with

just bakugous mere presence or even his mouth opening pissed him off

Knowing deku and going off of how they first met when he shoved him out of the arena

showing him yet again that the hero course was not to be messed with

he thought he was prepared to meet the same person only for him to be wrong and walk in to see hero deku and class deku were two different people he was not yet ready to meet

To him hero deku was hardcore and fight fight fight

class deku was a loser

a loser who got bullied , fell on the stairs flat on his face, and got embarrassed by aizawa when he for the 4th time yet again in one class started staring at shinso with wide eyes like a tiny pervert and writing like a stalker his notebook

He took a deep breath before he grabbed the handle to your door just knowing that being by your side he may feel a little better

he silently prayed that today you weren’t doing something weird in your room like he often’d find you.

Thanking god when he saw you at your desk a small wave coming from you at his entrance

“ drawing — give me a sec “

he grunted as he sat on your bed hands holding him up while he flicked through his phones many apps — well not many seeing as though he rarely had time to get on his phone

Which is why he was confused when he found himself actually going through it pausing when he noticed he’d ended up on google trying to figure out different dog barks and their meanings hoping he could find a way to talk to bakugou and tell him to shut the hell up

“ you uh — “ he threw his phone behind him on your bed propping himself up to lay back “ you still drawing “

“ mmhm “ you said softly as you traced on the paper in front of you attention focused on your new hero design

“ oh “ his voice was soft you knew something was wrong he wasn’t a man of many words but he would always try to string a sentence along for you

“ hey shin you good “ you put the pencil in your mouth as you erased a line you’d messed up on

“ yeah “ he moved to stand up “ yeah “ he let out while looking around your room “ just tired baby “

your eyes creased as you ran the words through your mind until you both sat in silence the room growing cold

‘ somethings off ‘

“ well my uh — my girlfriends too bus— “

his mouth fell open in a wide o as he looked down to see your face pressed into his chest hands tied around his back your feet planted right in between his as you two stood in the middle of the room

His heart beating out of his chest when he noticed what you were drawing

“ y/— “

“ shh “

you pushed yourself further in his chest “ hug me back please babe “

he jumped forgetting that sometimes he had to return your affection and couldn’t just accept it.

That was hard for him to let himself do the things you do so freely.

His arms hung loosely around your back making you smile “ your getting there “ your voice came out muffled “ I’m so proud of you pretty boy “

he shook at your praise “ p-pretty boy “

“ yeah — your fucking hot babe “ he felt himself sinking into you

“ h-how — how am I hot ? “ the word fell foreign on his lips

“ your quirks so amazing — you look so good when your trying your best it makes me feel warm inside — and I especially like when you use your voice mask “

he found himself smiling

“ don’t get me started on your looks who can pull off purple hair like you shin “

“ you — you could “

“ oh god see and your an amazing liar — your all around awesome shin “

“ t-thank you but I don’t des—“

“ you deserve it “

you two fell quiet as he gripped you harder finally giving in to your affection

‘ he’s ok now ‘

“ how did you know something was “ he sighed out as he pressed his head in your hair “ off “

“ your always tired shin — always — you’ve never actually voiced it though so I was — I felt off myself when you said it —it felt weird “

“ you knew off of one phrase “

“ one phrase “

he smiled into your hair pulling your face back to plant a kiss to your forehead

“ see so fucking beautiful baby “

your thumb traced his face making sure to run under his eyes feeling just how tired he actually was when you felt his eye bags

“ no after school rant today “ he laughed mocking you in your own voice

“ get to sleep baby you have class tomorrow— shin if I see any new eyebags i’m kicking your ass — bab— “

you pushed him away as he fell back on your bed

“ what ? what I was just saying — i mean am i wrong you do say all of those things “

“ get out “ you protested sitting back in your chair continuing your drawing “ come look at this “

he sat confused as he blinked “ I uh “

“ choose the latter “

he smiled as he walked over to your chair draping himself over your shoulder “ your so talented “

“ no I just — i draw “ you said softly

“ oh she just draws “ he copied “ the beautiful lady just draws as she proceeds to draw a portrait of my new hero costume “

he pouted “ you couldn’t have possibly done this all right now how long did this take you “

you looked away

“ I told you I knew you were sad “ sighing as you looked up at him neck bent backwards

“ so I started drawing it when I walked past you in the hallway like I said your always tired but today you were wiping at your eyes constantly — yawning and just then you confirmed it saying you were tired so I “

you looked away “ I drew what you’d been trying to “

he moved to place his lips on yours not letting up until the both of you had to tap out at the lack of oxygen “ your so fucking beau— “

“ Beautiful “ you cut him off words syncing with his up as you two continued the rest of the night with you yelling at him about how he had to open up to his classmates and accept their flaws first before he came to talk badly about them to you

except for bakugou he could talk badly about him

“ thank you for the hug “

“thank you for the acceptance on my drawing “

“ thank you for the praise “

“ thank you for being with me“

he scoffed as his face grew hard before relaxing into a smirk “ thank you for loving me “

“ y-you win “

he laughed as he met your face with one more kiss smiling down on you “ I win “

Bakugou

-you only know because he doesn’t get upset at your actions and your in total surprise

You moved your hand to poke at your boyfriend for the 7th time in a row

your body ducking under his bed in fear of his screams everytime you poked

you frowned when he didn’t acknowledge you

you were only doing it because you wanted to hear some kind of response from him most times when you annoyed him like this he would pick you up and plop you on his bed and tickle the life out of you until you both fell asleep

For some reason he was barely even moving from the spot he came in and laid himself down in

After class the both of you walked to his dorm and he unlocked it holding it open for you and walking in after throwing his backpack to the corner as he ripped off his uniform blazer hand outstretched for yours as he laid them over the back of the desk chair

squatting down to help you take off your shoes and then grabbing them to place at the door his own falling right off his feet with a loud thump.

Him moving to his bed grabbing you and sitting you down on the floor in front of him your legs crossed in front of you as he laid on the bed looking at your sitting figure on the floor

His eyes never leaving yours the whole time until he finally shook his head and turned away from you causing your body to fall

thus leading to your endless pokes

‘ wait now that I think about it ‘

“ babe— have you talked at all today “

you looked to the floor “ I— I don’t think you’ve talked all day “ holding out your hand counting off your fingers

“ at lunch you didn’t even ask me what I wanted you just “

your hands moved up with your shoulders in a shrug “ got it “

you played with the hem on your pants

“ at practice you didn’t partner with kiri you just stayed near me and when we got in your room you“

you looked to your feet voice soft trying to sort through your mind

“ you took my shoes off for me “

you sat for a moment moving to poke him again his body never moving no answer being given to you

“ I know your not sleeping kats —you breathe heavy as shit when you are so “

he didn’t laugh or even grunt nothing falling from his lips as your eyebrows quirked into a knowing furrow

Hands and body leaving the floor as you climbed on his bed to lay on top of his body

your chest draped over his right side

legs straddling his own and your mouth pressed right into his ear

“ I swear i’m not going anywhere baby “

you watched as his eyes moved from the wall across from you two to the pillow right next to him

in hopes of conserving his feelings

“ your doing great — your the coolest and strongest guy I know “

you kissed the outer shell of his ear

“ your so respectful and understanding of my needs“

you placed a kiss to his jaw “ your cuddles are amazing and you make me feel loved when you finally give in and let me win our fights — snuggling up to me on the couch “

you moved to kiss the end of his eyebrow

“ your so hot when you talk to me —that’s when I find you the hottest “

your eyes fell to his lips as you stared down on him

“ when you answer me — and acknowledge me “

he grunted a little in response

his eyes closing when your mouth found his neck kissing softly as you smiled

“ there you go pretty boy“

he groaned as you hugged him arms wrapping around whatever part of his body you could find

“ your kissing everywhere but where I want you to “

“ and where’s that “

“ you know babe “

his face flashed a look you weren’t fast enough to catch as you laughed at him

“ fine fine “

you let your lips hover over his as he turned his body so you were now laying directly on top of him

his hands coming to rest on your lower back

“ before I give you this kiss “

“ fuck—seriously y/n — you can’t just talk after—you worked me up expecting a kiss “

he shook his head in annoyance “ fucking tease — I knew I should’ve kept my mood “

“ but why “ your face dropped as you looked around his “ why did you have a mood katsuki “

he grunted “ because I “

he sighed as he looked directly into your eyes “ sometimes I feel like i’m not doing enough like I could do more for you and sometimes I feel like I treat you like an asshole and what — what girl wants to date an asshole “

he shook his head “ I don’t know if I tell you I love you enough or if I— if I show you that I can protect you if I wanted to or even that I can supply all your needs “

he mumbled under his breath “ I don’t even know if i talk to you enough “

you smiled as you ran your hand through the top of his hair “ you do — you do it all “

you laughed “ and your just fine “

he looked away as you pulled his face back

“ no kats look at me “ his eyes darted away hating how he just opened up to you and now you were begging for eye contact he felt stupid and way too open

“ kats look “ he slowly found his eyes moving to yours at your tone

he knew not to mess around when your praising him it pisses you off and one thing he knows he doesn’t feel like dealing with is a pissed off girlfriend

especially after he just cleaned up his room from your last outburst of firing off his gauntlet at his negligence to answer you

luckily he fell submissive right after mind racing at your attempt to kill him over a small eyeroll and scoff at your praise

Only sucking up his attitude so he didn’t have to run into another problem like that where aizawa flat out kicked his ass for the hole you created in the wall that he somehow took the blame for when he felt your stone cold stare on his back in the office

he was not about to risk his good moment with you right now

“ your amazing , Beautiful , smart and talented “ he shook at the praise body growing hot

“ your doing so good for me and I couldn’t ask for anymore “ you smiled slightly “ keep doing what your doing “

his heart thumped hoping you couldn’t hear it

“ and also i’m not complaining —if you y’know ever wanted to take off my shoes for me again “

he scoffed as he looked away from you and back “ how’d you know “

“ you always tickle me when I poke and annoy you “

you pouted as he spoke “ huh always ? “

“ always “

“ you know my routine that much “ you shook your head in a yes

“ so now that I know why your always pissing me off and what you want I doubt I feel like giving it to you anymore “

you moved to get off of him “ ok well i’m sure it’s a bit more fun with kirish—“

your loud laugh ripped through the room as you fell to his floor with a loud boom

his mouth curling up into a smile as he dragged you back on the bed your protest falling on deaf ears as he continued until he finally stopped speaking into your ear softly

“ I lov—“ he shook his head burying himself into your chest “ fuck you shitty woman “

you smiled at his words hand raking up the back of his neck and into his hair “ I love you katsuki “

kiri

-the only way I can see you understanding somethings off with kirishima is if he just hasn’t been smiling or making comments all day

-then your like :0 uh woah dude my boyfriend hasn’t smiled all day

“ how about ice cream and a movie ? “ you turned to the red head sitting on the couch beside you then shaking you head at your question “ nah sounds lame right “

you laughed “ I knew you would say that “

you pouted when your thoughts finally connected “ oh — nevermind babe i’m sorry I forgot I didn’t do my homework it’s the one midnight gave us I should probably get started—“

Your mouth moving so fast you missed the way the speed in his leg increased in its shakes , the puff of air he let out at your continued talking when he just wanted silence.

Sometimes he enjoyed being around bakugou because at least he had silence for a moment just a moment until he would scream his head off only to return back to the quiet environment he’d created before

“ so yeah it’s a lot and if I don’t get it turned in today I may just fail her clas -“

“ then get it done “ his voice was low and quick to snap at you which had your mind stalling

you laughed uncomfortable with the way he spoke to you “ aw uh where’s my happy guy “

he scoffed as he shifted on the couch his leg speeding up its pace “ where’s my annoying girlfriend “

he snapped his fingers pointing it to you “ oh I spy with my little eye “

his voice was dead as he spoke

“ she’s right next to me “

your eyebrows furrowed as you jumped back a bit

you couldn’t even make out words after his comments

you knew for your few months of dating kirishima that it couldn’t be possible for him to be happy and care about people’s feelings all the time

he had to open up and let you see him pissed off at least once to seal the deal on your relationship

this was it

this was the seal but for some reason you didn’t know if you could close it —much less address it and find the problem

“ kirishima what’s wrong with you “

“ you’ve just been talking all day baby i’m a bit tired of just— “

he felt his body growing a bit hotter than normal , you feeling the heat from his words make their way over to you everytime he spit them out

“just hearing you — I know I can go on and on for hours but if I can go hours you can go days and I just never noticed until now “

“ oh ��

“ yeah I need some silence right now babe and your—your not helping” his voice was low even upset he was still trying to save your feelings not that it worked

“ no ones helping “

you looked from your boyfriend to everyone around the room

their voices echoing with laughter everyone spread out around the room as they spoke about what they all did today.

The kitchen full of people

bakugous yelling moving its way down the dorm halls

your face dropping as you stood and grabbed his hand that he snatched back quickly

“ I don’t want to leave “

you pouted settling yourself back on the couch you didn’t know how to deal with him like this and his best friend wasn’t here and almost everyone else he said was adding to his anger would just make him angrier right ? if you called them over

so who could you get to help ?

“ I may be pissed off by them but I — I still want to be around people I don’t want to be upset and alon— “

Time slowed as he felt his body weigh down almost as if he felt the weight of himself when he used his quirk.

Eyes widened before they closed basking in the heat your body supplied as you crawled in his lap wrapping your arms around his neck legs around his own in a straddle

his body just relaxing into your hold not making any movements the occasional jump to follow you whenever you would move

“ come on tell me what’s wrong baby “

your voice was soft in his ear not wanting to draw attention over seeing as though he wasn’t in the best of moods “ who do you want me to fight “

you looked closely at his face as he was just quiet hands finally moving to push both your legs up so that he could get you as close as possible his mouth moving to kiss yours

happiness of the moment overflowing within you as you let him guide you in the kiss surrendering all control to him and letting him lead

“ just feeling a little background today ? “ you said smiling hands cupping his face

“ I understand it gets to someone after a whil— “

“and everyone acts totally brand new when they see i’m not happy for one day —baby one literal day —why am i just expected to be happy all the time “

he dropped his head to your chest “ i’m not no one is”

“ so then tell me what’s wrong why aren’t you happy today “

“ nothings wrong y/n “

his voice boomed loud through your chest

“ nothing is wrong I just feel like having quiet today but because of that —here everyone is —in my face asking me what’s wrong telling me i’m not myself “

he tried to bury his head further in your chest

“ when I want quiet everyones loud and I —I never noticed how loud i am —how loud everything is until I stopped talking and I hate it —I hate how loud everything is “

you sighed as his fingers ran along your thigh “ I thought if I followed you out here to watch a movie I would be comfortable “

his voice was sad “ I just wanted to come out here and watch a movie with my girlfriend but “

your hand running over his shoulders and back up finding a hold in his hair

“ I just got more pissed off when you actually started talking I just expected —if no one else could be quiet then you would “

“ well i’m sorry I wasn’t quiet “

“ you shouldn’t have to be not cause I want you to be“

“ that’s right “

“ I know “ he took a deep breath looking up at

“ I know you think i’m an asshole now because you’ve seen this side of me—the angry one but “

“ I don’t think your an asshole or you’d be sitting in bakugous room right now crying that there’s lemon juice in your eyes “

his mouth shut instantly as he stared at you in fear your thumb running circles over his cheek

“ h-how can say something like that and “ he shook his head “ that’s so manly god I love you so much “

“ I love you too but —you have to tell me things kiri I can’t just “

you flicked his forehead as he crinkled his nose in pain “ I can’t just read your big brain”

“ but you did it just now “

“ huh “

“ all I wanted was for you to hug me and like shower me in kisses to calm me down and you “

he kissed your forehead “ you did it —which kinda had me confused on how you knew me so well “

you laughed “ you looked sad —upset and I wanted to remind you that I was still here regardless of how you feel —you cat push me away that easily “

he smiled widely as you two felt heat radiate through your bodies

“ I really do love you baby months or years or days I love how well you know me”

your mouth opening to laugh as you cuddled into his neck

“ guys kirishimas fine “ denkis voice made the both of you shake

“ I told you he just wanted some attention from y/n —guys he just has a small case of simptitis “

your head turned quickly as you seen the shaking boy beneath you “ uh your room “

“ my room “

#kirishima fluff #bnha eijiro kirishima #kirishima x reader #bnha kirishima #bnha eijirou #eijiro kirishima x y/n #eijirou x reader #eijirou kirishima headcanons #eijirou kirishima imagine #kirishima eijirou #bakugou headcanons #mha bakugou #bakugou x y/n #bakugou fluff #bnha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bakugou imagine #mha katsuki #katsuki bakugo headcanons #katsuki bakugo x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugō #katsuki x you #bnha katsuki x reader #mha shinsou #hitoshi shinso x reader #shinsou fluff

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AceAro Miles Edgeworth’s Platonic Crush on Phoenix Wright Headcanons

Platonic crush: the desire to be platonically intimate with someone without romantic or sexual attraction. Intensity like any kind of crushes can vary. 

In Childhood:

When they were children, Miles would often talk more about Phoenix than Larry, to the point that Ray Shields began teasing him about having a crush on Phoenix. And Miles would be like, “No?” because last time he checked he wasn’t experiencing that “heart stuff” that he sees in zany cartoons.

When they have to sit and rest somewhere, Miles would read a book with at least his knee touching Phoenix. Or if there was enough space, his back touching Phoenix’s side. No, Larry, it’s not a snuggle, now hush. (Similar to how a cat would lounge at their favorite owner’s side while casually not looking at them).

As much as he enjoyed them as the Signal Samurai trio, his favorite moments were just talking with Phoenix about anything under the sun -in the early hour before class or when they have dropped Larry home and it was just him and Phoenix. 

He often looked forward to the quiet instances that Phoenix would hold his hand while they’re walking home alone since Phoenix is more at ease with affection than he was.

Some teenagers hollered at them for it and Phoenix let go, embarrassed, while Miles was wondering why he was embarrassed when they both know it was because they were good friends. So he just stubbornly grabbed his hand again and dragged him away from those immature buffoons.

Miles was neutral when it comes to Valentines Day. But when Phoenix received a box of chocolates from a girl he likes, Miles became more aloof and disinterested. He wondered why there was no celebration for friendship. Idle time was spent on thinking what gift he would give Phoenix if there was a proper day for celebrating best friends. (Larry is also his best friend but he doesn’t have the word that distinguishes his friendship with Larry and friendship with Phoenix.)

Miles was disappointed that he was unable to find the specific term between best friend and deeper best friend. Even his father doesn’t know. Gregory Edgeworth assured him he would find it someday.

Being someone who thinks ahead, Miles knew that someday Phoenix might not prioritize and value their friendship as much as he does once Phoenix would get a girlfriend. Miles tried very hard not to think of the time they would be in middle school.

After Gregory’s death, Miles never received Phoenix’s letters as von Karma wants to isolate him from his original home. Even when Miles appreciate the song request from Phoenix dedicated to him, von Karma made it clear that sentimental relations will distract him from perfection. Plus, Miles thought it was a one time and that Phoenix probably had a girlfriend to dedicate himself to by now.

In Adulthood (Platonic Crush to Queerplatonic Attraction to QP Love):

Early Career. When Miles received college Phoenix’s letters, his first reaction was confusion. Out-of-the-blue this ghost from the past was asking him why he was being called Demon Prosecutor. Second reaction was stonewalling. There was no point delving about how a person used to make him feel. 

State vs Fey. After the trial, Miles told himself he developed an intellectual hyperfixation towards Phoenix Wright as he arranged his brand new custom chess set with the “spike-y” pawns. He was half-right. If only he wasn’t so entangled with von Karma’s opinions on “sentimental relations”.

State vs Powers. Miles’ platonic crush resurfaced somewhere after Will Powers’ case and Phoenix asking to defend him.

State vs Edgeworth. He faintly realized at the moment Phoenix had smiled at him in relief once Miles got acquitted, that Phoenix was someone he wanted in his life. If only Miles deserved so. 

Miles would never admit he finds a unique sense of enjoyment in working with cases where Phoenix had to defend. He doubted if a lot of people experience intimacy in rivalry.

State vs Skye. Unfortunately, Miles have bigger things to deal with like coming into terms with a mentor that had both raised and twisted him, struggling to find a new norm as eyes watched him, his very story available to the public, then having to face the Skye case that made him question everything he was as a prosecutor. 

It all became too much and he wasn’t thinking straight and one of those thoughts was that Phoenix was better off knowing a better person than him. 

State vs Engarde. The belief was instilled when Phoenix got mad at him for faking his own death.

After having a talk and Miles realizing that cutting people off abruptly was more of a dick move than he thought, he and Phoenix kept in touch after.

In the space he had given himself in Europe, Miles decided that aside from becoming a better lawyer, he wanted to be the friend Phoenix deserved to have in his life, with the same intimacy they had in childhood that he still couldn’t name. 

State vs Iris. Miles was pretty much neutral around Iris. If Phoenix would decide to rekindle his relationship with her (though the deception made him wrinkle his nose no matter how true Iris’ feelings were at that time), he wouldn’t care as long as he and Phoenix would still be in good terms as partners. Even if Phoenix would not put as much special connotations as he would in their partnership. That was all he could ask for after everything. 

Ace Attorney Investigations: Miles Edgeworth. Whenever Kay would tease him about “that man”, Miles would just look at her dryly. At this point, he should know not a lot of people would understand.

7-year Disbarment. Phoenix’s disbarment drew them closer together after Miles’ was finally able to contact him when Phoenix shut everyone out. Miles couldn’t do much being in Europe but he does what he could from flying them to Europe so that Phoenix could help him with his cases to caring for Trucy.

Their commitment for each other only grew from raising Trucy together to righting Japanifornia’s legal system. 

Miles wished he could kiss Phoenix on the forehead without making it weird. It just felt like Phoenix needed it. Comforting Phoenix with hugs and handholding, at least, was never questioned for romantic interest.

When Phoenix began to study for the bar again, Miles often enjoy Phoenix falling asleep on his shoulder. Unseen, Miles would smile before poking him awake.

He enjoys movie nights with the Wright family where Trucy and Phoenix would snuggle close and dinner/banter with Phoenix every week. 

Fantasies of sleep-snuggling with the man he admires and trusts the most and has an intense emotional-intellectual connection? Of course, he does. “So near and yet so far” has never been so painful in that one time they have to share a bed.

After Phoenix got his badge back, Miles was pretty much satisfied. His life was more stable, inner and outer, than it had ever been. Phoenix and Trucy’s life were also stable. Miles now felt more confident and comfortable in their bond and Miles would do what it takes to keep it as a part of his life.

He may have felt a little thrill when they both become comfortable enough for Phoenix to be casually affectionate with his touch -an arm around his shoulder as they laugh about something, a hand on his arm when asking about a case- it felt like back in their more carefree childhood. 

State vs Wyatt. Miles was pretty much ruffled with questions about marriage directed at him of all people. But if he has to marry someone, it might as well be someone he knew so well and trusts so much. Miles may have opted out some of his opinions in marriage but he was no longer the person who would lie to himself of who that someone would be.  

He wanted... something. He wanted a sort of exclusivity with Phoenix. The idea of Phoenix dating other people made Miles realized he wasn’t the type to share. The revelation itself was frustrating when he was neutral or repulsed of varying degrees when it comes to different romantic and sexual acts.

With a combination of finally having the words to describe what he wanted in Google Search and help with his therapist, the name of what he wanted with Phoenix was a queerplatonic relationship with a compromise on whatever would be Phoenix’s romantic/sexual needs from him. If Phoenix would have him as so. And if Phoenix wouldn’t... well, their friendship had been through a lot of things, this one event wouldn’t change it much. 

(This is from my own experiences and wants as someone in the acearo spectrum. I’m not the universal experience for acearo and it can be different for everyone else.)

#ace attorney #narumitsu #wrightworth #miles edgeworth #mitsurugi reiji #why is this so long #sorry i don't have the spoons to commit to writing a fic #I tried my best to organize it without being wholly familiar with the Turnabout Titles #sex-neutral romance-neutral aroace miles edgeworth