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dennydraws · 2 months

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I can't believe @sunnyluma bullied me into posting this... Disclaimer: I write fanfiction once in 10 years, English isn't my native language. I got plot bunnies during the affinity event in FEH

Day of Devotion Words: 1877 Characters: F/Robin (FEAwakening) x Julius (FE4)

The Day of Devotion. A lovely holiday in Askr, a day to bring flowers and express love - all kinds of love. Love towards friends, family … and more. Robin smiled as she placed the flowers through her hair. A smile that would slowly wilt with every next bloom that found it's place on her garments. Her family - the shepherds, they were not here. Not in the same ones in any case. Chrom who once was the closest to her heart was now spending the holiday with another Robin. Not that this Chrom was the same Chrom she knew. Just how many versions of herself were there? It would've been a lie if she said she didn't feel cheated that she was plucked form a timeline she had found happiness and salvation from Grima… or was on the verge of it in any case. And now she was here, in the middle of other conflicts. Happiness was so close and then taken away.

But feelings, especially personal ones such as those had no room on the battlefield and she as a tactician knew that better than anyone. So, her smile adorned her lips once more. She still had plenty to be thankful for - Askr was welcoming place and she had the unique opportunity to meet so many heroes from across time and space - even …more versions of herself! She saw some Robins with worse fate - reminding her of what could've been had she not met Chrom. And there were some Robins who seemed to have tied the knot …with some questionable individuals from the army. She still couldn't wrap her mind over how could any versions of herself would get married to Gangrel of all people and yet the utter devotion she could see in their eyes spoke volumes of how strong that bond was. The smile began to wilt again.

"Oh, get a grip Robin… that's not like you at all." She closed her eyes and shook off any sign of bitterness that could even try to emerge. After all, she knew full well what Grima would feed upon if she even slightly allows it. Instead Robin picked the buoquet of flowers and went out to find someone out there who got no flowers today - surely there ought to be a lone soul somewhere in Askr that could use a little happiness today. As Robin strolled the paved streets, slowly but surely she reminded herself - it was for a tactical benefit. Happier heroes make for stronger units. At the end of the day their survival was the main goal. And that's exactly what she thought when her eyes stopped upon Julius. Alone as usual, he was leaning on a tree in the shades and away from everyone and everything. Robin was aware of his circumstances, in fact she considered him almost like a distant reflection of herself. She knew how a dragon's hold on the mind could feel even when everyone in the army was sure there was nothing left of the real Julius there. Purely for tactical purposes, she reminded herself once more. "Happy day of devotion." Robin beamed a polite smile, holding forth the flowers.

There was a moment of complete confusion on Julius' face. Julia had attempted to sneak a bouquet earlier today which he had instantly crushed despite the screams from his inner mortal puppet. He didn't expect more or any other interactions today, in fact he was hoping he'd be left alone today and this brief moment of confusion loosened the grip he had. "Why?" Julius uttered in an usual calmer voice. Robin immediately caught it. So he was still in there, she thought. Talking to her own fallen self was completely useless when she had tried before but this change of tone made her consider - there might still be something of Julius left in him. "Why not? You've been helping the army fight off whatever evil is looming over us. Isn't that a good reason to thank you for your efforts?" Robin answered pulling her best tactician voice. After all, it was simply stating the facts.

"Hah! You think I do that out of devotion? I long to crush you like the little insects you are. The contract simply binds me to crush only specific ones. But when this contract is broken you will make no difference to me!" Julius leaned in, his hand over the flowers clutched into a tight grip before Robin could even let go. "Yes well… I'm glad you are accepting the flowers though my hand doesn't come with them." Robin noted completely ignoring the dragon's taunts. Another moment caught off guard. "Ah…" A sudden obedient withdraw followed. There he was again, Robin thought and a smirk formed her lips. So that's how you had to go with it. The more you registered Loptous the more he emerged. She just had to see Julius instead. Her eyes squinted. But that was an issue wasn't it? No one knew Julius… except when he was a child and even then, that was so long ago. Whoever was inside had all grown up now. "You seek something that is no longer there." the dragon smirked, taking the flowers, nails gripping into them. Oh he only had to tear them now in front of her to make his point and yet, this hand was flinching in disobedience.

"Hmm, yeah been there, done that." Robin waved her hand after which she completely ignored the looming figure and sat under the tree next to him. This dress certainly made it a bit harder. As much as she enjoyed the flowers, at the back of her head she only wished she was in her comfortable long robes and poofy pants. "They only see the monster, the big disappointment that you are no longer you. It really chips away from your confidence, doesn't it? We're not that different - you and I." Julius remained frozen and still. The dragon was silenced in sheer anger. How dared this mortal overlook him!?

"I was just… lucky. I had someone to pull me before that grip got too strong to bear. But there were times I wasn't as lucky." Robin wasn't looking at him, her smile turned somber, "But you are still holding on. It means you are devoted to something - a hope, an idea, maybe someone… That's worth celebrating today, don't you think?" The pain coming through Julius' head was immense but he made no noise. He couldn't let Loptous groan or grunt like every other time he even tried to produce a thought of his own. His hand was holding on to these flowers - a devotion to hope he never dared speak and he was ready to break his own hand before he lets him crush them. The silence hung in the air. Robin didn't move or look up. A heavy feeling began to swell into her throat - is this how Emmeryn felt? Memories of her speech before she lept into her death after no reaction came from the armies started to surface. The painful realization that the ideals you hold on to are not strong enough to change the inevitable tragedy ahead. A mental kick followed - when did she get so foolish as to let emotions dictate her so? She was a tactician. Emmeryn pure and kind expected the best in people and the world needed people like her but Robin? She had to ground herself. This conversation was nothing but tactical approach to boost morale, nothing more.

Something gently snuck behind her ear. A flower form the bouquet. "I used to.. place flowers in her hair." Julius muttered, slow and uncertain. He had leaned over, his look distant yet searching. Robin turned immediately with her eyes widened. This was most certainly not Loptous. Her mind raced. What did he mean? Oh, he probably meant Ishtar. Of course he did. A little bitter reminder. She mentally bit her tongue - now was not the time for this. The point was - he was still there, in fact he emerged. Was it a good moment to run and call for her? No, that would mean leaving him alone and this moment felt too crucial. Like a battlefield on it's own, it was all about timing, catching the flow and turning it to your favor. "The…best I could do... was to let them go. If they hated me…they would not come near, they would not …be hurt by him. If they... knew I was still here…they would hesitate and he would kill them. They…are safe now… without me." Julius continued speaking with his look turning more and more empty with each word.

Robin recognized where this was going. His thoughts would spiral in despair and Loptous would emerge again, maybe this time for good. She had to think fast, what to reply before he'd slip again. She had to help him win this battle. "Your strength is admirable and I say that as a tactician." Robin replied with a forced brighter tone, pushing any and all emotions that could possibly create a tremble. She had to focus on… Julius. Not on Loptous. Not on the weaved tragedy that had stained every step of his life but on the hero who no one would see or even believe was still in there. Julius' eyes gained a brief focus even if no words came out, Robin knew he was looking at her… maybe a bit too strongly. It was strange, she had seen Julius many times, but never… The Julius, nor his look ever felt on her, not like this. She gave herself another mental kick. Now she began to see how some version of her out there married Gangrel - he too probably did this helpless lost look on her and tugged her heart strings. Probably even gave her flowers. Apparently that was a weak spot she had not realized. Although the image of Gangrel holding a bouquet of flowers was absurd and yet suddenly things began to make a bit more sense regarding her romantic choices in some alternative realities.

"I mean it. I'm proud of you, Julius!" Robin added further as small attempt to break the silence once more and shake any potential emotions trying to find their way into her heart. Instead of a reply Julius simply slumped on his knees, much like a tired puppet with loosen strings and planted his forehead on her shoulder. Robin turned stiff as a statue. That certainly wasn't an expected turn of events. Carefully she moved her arms to give him a careful pat which gradually became a hug. Goodness, this… escalated quickly, she thought. Julius couldn't utter more words. Rather he basked in the sensation of his own body for as brief as this was going to last. He wanted to enjoy the moment - he wasn't sure if he'd ever get another. But the smell of flowers in her dress, her hair, the gentle hold on him - yes he… he would get another. He would fight to get another moment such as this.

Autor Note: Do not blame me for this idea, blame this!

I can't believe I wrote a fanfic in 2024 about Fire Emblem...

#My writing!?#Fire Emblem Awakening #Fire Emblem Genealogy of The Holy War #Julius #Robin #I can't believe I got bullied into posting this...help meee #Thank you for stopping by though!#I hope you enjoyed this sudden fuzzy idea :D;;#Sometimes the plot bunnies strike and you just have to write it all in one go

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elitadream · 7 months

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I love the softness of your art, I was wondering what brushes do you use?

Oh, nothing special! I actually use the default one! 🤓

However, there's this fantastic option called 'pen pressure' (for opacity and size respectively) that I absolutely adore and always use whenever I draw or paint digitally. It allows me to manually control things like sharpness or fuzziness with both my lines and coloring, which is immensely convenient for me because I sometimes change my approach from one piece to the next. 💁

Usually, I apply a main gradient beneath the additional shading, and it's always done using this method as well.

It's such a fun and easy tool to use that I rarely ever need to change the hardness of the brush itself. I always keep it around 75%; the rest is entirely done through pen pressure! 🤗✨

#Hoped this helped!^^#Photoshop CS6 is truly a charm in that regard #haven't used that many art softwares tbh #but this one is my favorite by far!#Also thanks! :D #I'm glad you like my art 😊#asks #Mario #fanart and fanwork #technique #brushes

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mushiewrites · 10 months

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Rise & Shine

I was originally writing this bc I felt the need to be rude to @wishitweresummer, but she actually just reached a little over 300 followers, and so this has become a lil fic present too for hitting such an incredible milestone! summer, you are cool as heck and I adore you SO MUCH, I hope you enjoy this as much as I did while picturing you reading this :D <3 love u!!!!

Sapnap is spending the day lounging by the pool, minding his own business and taking a lil panda nap. George is bored and decides to mess with him anyway

(lee!Sapnap / ler!George : 3K words)

George knew it was cruel, yet he didn’t seem to care enough to stop himself. He slipped two fingers between the blinds on the sliding glass door to the backyard, spreading them to create a gap he could see through.

The youngest of the three boys in the house was out by the pool on one of the lounge chairs, lying on his back with his hat pulled down over his face. His shirt had been discarded on the chair next to him, and his arms were crossed behind his head. Sapnap was in his swimming trunks, the black and white checkered design looking dry and telling him that he’d been in that same spot for a while now. His eyes trailed down to the boy’s feet, one protected by the flip flops he had worn, while the opposite was bare, the other shoe resting on its side on the chair. He looked so peaceful.

George only felt a little bad for what he was about to do.

He slid the door open slowly, trying not to wake Sapnap as he stepped out onto the hot concrete in his socks. Spinning on his heel, he turned back towards the door to close it, making sure to use the lightest amount of pressure to make sure it shut properly behind him without slamming closed. George turned around to face Sapnap again, standing there for a few seconds to make sure he hadn’t woken up. When no movement was detected, George made his way over to him.

Sapnap was definitely asleep, the sound of quiet snoring coming from beneath his hat now audible as he got closer. The elder stopped when he reached the foot of Sapnap’s chair, folding his arms across his chest as he looked the shorter boy up and down, thinking of how exactly he planned to entertain himself. It didn’t take long for his eyes to land on the feet in front of him, the toes wiggling as Sapnap took in a deep breath and stretched slightly. He slowly ran a finger over the toes of the bare foot, just over the pads, and was rewarded with a tiny squeak. George repeated the action again, biting his bottom lip to keep from laughing when Sap whined in his sleep, curling his toes and letting out the tiniest giggle.

“Poor thing.” George whispered under his breath to no one in particular, moving his legs apart and taking a few steps forward to straddle the chair, directly over Sapnap’s ankles. He stayed standing, reaching a hand behind him to play with the curled toes a bit more as Sapnap continued to stir beneath him. The nail of his pointer finger scraped lightly over the pad of his big toe, making him squirm and jerk his foot away, beginning to wake up properly.

“Rise and shine, sleepyhead.”

“Nohoho…” Sapnap whined from behind his hat as he felt a weight settle on his shins, fingertips moving from his toes to his arch. George leaned forward and stretched out with his free hand, gently removing the hat and giving the boy time to bring his hands up to cover his face from the blinding sun. The elder giggled when he saw a flash of pink skin, noticing Sapnap’s blush immediately and cooing at him.

“You either got way too much sun or are flustered out of your sleepy little mind right now.” George commented, allowing his giggles to flow freely now at the way Sapnap snatched the hat from his hand and held it back over his face.

“M’ not!”

“You’re not? So you just got sunburnt then? Silly little pandas, you really should use sunscreen!” George replied, moving his hand that previously held the hat to join the one behind him, reaching around until he felt the flip flop and gripped onto it lightly. This caught Sapnap’s attention right away, sending him into a frenzy and grabbing at George’s arms as he sat up straight in the lounge chair. This didn’t deter him, though, and he continued to pull at the shoe, trying to slide it off but finding it hard due to Sapnap flailing and curling his toes in a desperate attempt to keep it on. After a minute of fighting, George let go of the shoe and brought both of his hands in front of him, crossing his fingers together and looking at Sapnap, as if he were waiting for something.

“George wh- NAHAHAHA! NO NONONO FUCK!”

Sapnap’s curiosity was silenced, George’s hands now suddenly squeezing and prodding at his thighs like his life depended on it. He paused briefly to adjust himself, sliding himself up the smaller boy’s shins and settling back down right below his knees before digging right back in. George’s fingers squeezed above his kneecaps, making Sapnap kick out with a squeal. They both heard a small splash, making George pause and turn around, only to burst into bright giggles. The flip flop that Sapnap so desperately tried to keep as protection was flung from his foot in his struggles, now floating around on the surface of the pool. George turned back around and came face to face with a very blushy Sapnap, only laughing harder when the younger slapped the hat back over his face once more.

“Stohohop laughing! It’s your fahault!” Sapnap whined through his laughter as George’s fingers sprung to life again, this time moving up a few inches and digging circles in with his thumbs right at the inner middle part of the boy’s thighs. Sapnap arched his back, his laughter flowing into the air as George continued to squeeze and torment the younger boy. He used the nails of his four idle fingers to skitter lightly over the tops of Sapnap’s thighs while his thumbs switched to pushing in for seconds at a time, smirking and giggling to himself whenever Sapnap screamed.

“I always forget just how ticklish you are here, Sappy,” George spoke over his laughter, his volume a little louder than usual to make sure the younger boy heard him. “Listen to how giggly you are! Your nose is probably all scrunched too, isn’t it?”

Sapnap shook his head quickly, hat still pressed firmly over his face as he protested through his cackles. George smirked, pride flowing through him when he saw how red the tips of Sapnap’s ears were. It was a sign of victory in his mind, having the younger boy falling apart below him with just a few well placed squeezes and pokes. He moved his hands up further, giving an experimental squeeze to the tops of his inner thighs and breaking out into a huge grin when Sapnap screeched. The sound was unlike anything George had heard him make before, and he quickly decided he needed to hear it again immediately.

The Brit moved himself up a bit more, adjusting himself until he was hovering above Sapnap’s knees. Before sitting down - and before Sapnap knew what was happening - George reached behind him and gripped onto his right ankle, quickly bending the leg at the knee and turning it to the side, until the milky skin of Sapnap’s inner thigh was facing the skylights. The brunette sat down quickly before Sapnap could correct the positioning and straighten his leg out, successfully trapping his thigh in the most vulnerable way.

The tips of George’s fingers barely grazed the exposed skin before his wrists were scooped up and yanked away harshly, a string of protests and pleads falling from Sapnap’s lips. George pulled on his wrists lightly, laughing when the younger boy’s grip tightened. He lifted his head and was once again face to face with Sapnap, the hat once covering his face nowhere to be found as he pouted at the older boy.

“Please, please you cahan’t! George- George, nohohot there! Come on, don’t be a little bitch!” Sapnap’s lips pressed tightly together as he realized what he said, his eyes now pointed down in his lap to avoid meeting George’s gaze. He heard the brunette let out a quiet hum of disapproval, followed by silence, making him more anxious with every second that passed by. Just when he was about to beg for forgiveness, he saw a flash of brown hair dart towards him, letting out a high pitched scream when he felt teeth nibbling at the muscle between his neck and shoulder.

“FUCK! Nohoho no! Stohohop, fucking stohop! George, no!” George’s wrists were released as Sapnap flung his hands up to gently grab his face, lightly squeezing George’s cheeks as he pushed his face out from the crook of his neck. Once his face was completely out of its hiding spot, George wasted no time, digging both of his hands into the soft thigh that was practically immobile.

“NOHOHOHO! NO, FUHUHUCK OFF! GEHET OFF!” Sapnap was screaming through his laughter, flipping between flinging himself to sit straight up and slamming himself back down against the chair. The side of Sapnap’s foot was slapping against the plastic, not able to do anything with it other than pathetically wiggle in lieu of kicking.

George spread all of his fingers as far apart as he could , pressing in his fingertips and vibrating his hands back and forth. He eventually found the spot at the top of Sapnap’s thigh that the boy was trying to hide, and George giggled as Sapnap made the foreign noise once again. To his horror, this only encouraged George to tickle harder, squeezing and pinching at the sensitive area. The action sent Sapnap into another round of cackles, the raspiness from laughing so hard creating little breaks of silence in between them. George leaned forward slightly, allowing some of his weight to rest more on his hands, purely to add more pressure onto his tickling fingers. Sapnap shook his head quickly, throwing himself down against the back of his chair again as he squealed out in ticklish agony. His arms were wrapped tightly around his torso, a hand gripping onto George’s wrists every so often, but not having any strength to pull them away and end his suffering. George took this moment of extreme weakness to walk the hand that was higher up on Sapnap’s thigh to the very top of it, slotting his thumb into the muscle in the crease between his hip and thigh and pressing down lightly. Sapnap shrieked, bucking his hips up violently and almost throwing George off of him.

“Oh? What’s this, angel? Did I find something?” George gave another press with his thumb, this time wiggling it slightly. This time he was prepared when Sapnap attempted to buck up again, breaking out into hysterics when George began making little circles in the seemingly hypersensitive spot. He abandoned the vulnerable inner thigh in favor of using both hands on the newly rediscovered spot, placing them on either side to mirror each other and digging in. Sapnap wailed, kicking and thrashing and doing anything he could to try and dislodge George.

“NAHAHAHA PL-PLEHEHEASE! NOHOHO- I- I CAHAN’T I-!” Sapnap was blubbering through his hysterics, flopping around like a fish out of water as George tickled him to tears. He could feel them welling up in the corner of his eyes, unable to stop them from falling when he squeezed his eyes shut tighter.

“This must be a really bad spot, huh, Sap? Look at you, you’re crying like a little tickle baby!” He could hear George giggling at him, only further flustering him and making him whine through his laughter. He gripped onto George’s wrists again, pulling and yanking as much as he could, only to find he was sapped of all strength.

“GEOHOHORGE!” He complained as he twisted in his seat, taking in a much needed breath when George’s fingers finally came to a stop. The elder shook the grip off of his wrists, instead taking Sapnap’s hands in his own and bringing them to his mouth to place a kiss on each one, right along the knuckles. This made the younger boy whine through his giggles, still trying to catch his breath but allowing himself to relax into the touch.

“Alright, Sap, just one more thing and then I’ll stop tormenting you.” George compromised, smiling with a giggle when Sapnap let out a defeated whimper. He gently moved his hands from George’s and brought them up to his face, rubbing at his reddening cheeks in an attempt to control his blush. It was useless, but he continued to do it anyway as a form of self soothing. George took this as a sign to continue.

Suddenly nimble fingers were back on his inner thighs, spidering and squeezing and pressing in as much as they could. Sapnap cried out at the intensity, bringing his hands to his hair and pulling as an outlet to release some of the tickly energy surging through him. Every squeeze and pinch to his inner thighs sent him into another fit of laughter, squeals and squeaks and raspy giggles spilling out and deafening both of them. But George didn’t care, only interested in coaxing out the most embarrassing noises he could produce from the squirmy boy beneath him. Sapnap could feel the cool air against the wetness of his cheeks, bringing his hands down to rub at his eyes to get rid of the lingering tears there. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take - his lungs felt like they were on fire, and his breathing was getting more shallow the harder he laughed. Just when he thought he would have to pull out the safeword, the tickles stopped, finally allowing him to breathe again.

“You actually did pretty well! I was expecting you to fling me off of you like, halfway through that!” George rubbed his palms over the tingly skin of Sapnap’s thighs, trying to ease the ghost tickles that were still lingering there. The younger boy continued to giggle as he slowly sat up, replacing George’s hands with his own. George moved his hands down Sapnap’s thigh, instead rubbing the area above his knees soothingly to try and help him calm down.

“You…whahat the hell, George?! I was trying to sleep!” He whined, trying his hardest to sound mad but failing as his giggles continued to flow from him. George giggled along with him, shrugging his shoulders and dipping his head down, clearly bashful about the situation he created.

“I know, but I was bored! I couldn’t help it. Don’t act like you didn’t have fun!” George snapped back, lifting his head back up and meeting Sapnap’s eyes, daring him to deny it. The younger boy got the point, rolling his eyes with a sigh as the last of his giggles finally dissolved on his tongue.

“Geez Sap, you were so squirmy. Look! You threw your hat!” George chuckled as he spotted the black hat on the ground under the chair next to them, leaning down and stretching to pick it up between his pointer and middle fingers, not wanting to stand up to get it. He managed to lift it, gliding it up and over Sapnap’s lap before dropping it on top of his thighs. Sapnap was quick to grab it, dusting it off before putting it back on his head, adjusting it until it sat perfectly in place.

“Yeah, and look what you did to my flip flop!” Sapnap yelled as he pointed at the floating shoe, his slight annoyance seeping through his tone. He let out a yelp as George squeezed into the sensitive above his hip bones, jolting to the side and growling when the elder let out a little giggle. He watched as George stood up, walking towards the edge of the pool to see for himself.

“I didn’t do this, idiot, that was all you. It’s not my fault you’re so ticklish.” George scoffed, turning briefly to roll his eyes at Sapnap before turning back towards the pool. Sapnap rolled his eyes back, breaking into a small smirk as he got an idea. He slowly stood up for the lounge chair, careful to be as quiet as possible as he started walking towards George.

“Yeah, it’s not like you were the one tickling me to death.” Sapnap argued back, keeping his tone the same as to not throw himself off and ruin his own plan.

“Whatever, it’s not my- WAH!”

George screamed out as he was pushed from behind by the younger, sending him forward and right into the pool. When he resurfaced, he gasped for air, letting out a loud screech when the black flip flop bobbed next to him. He looked around the room quickly, trying to reorient himself when his eyes finally landed on Sapnap. He was bent over, laughing hysterically like he was still being tickled.

“You’re an idiot! What is wrong with you?!” George yelled, grabbing the shoe and throwing it as hard as he could in Sapnap’s direction. The younger boy dodged it, turning back towards George and sticking his tongue out at him. The brunette glared at him with a look that could kill, wiping the wet hair out of his eyes before speaking.

“You’re fucking dead, Sapnap.” George made a move for the ladder, sending Sapnap running towards the back door to the house. He watched the younger boy frantically grab at the handle as he began to climb out of the pool, teasing him the whole time.

“I’m gonna get you, Sap!” George called in a sing-song tone, laughing when Sapnap let out a scream as he flung the door open, quickly turning around and sliding it shut with a loud thud. He grabbed a towel from the chair to dry himself off as he watched Sapnap disappear into the house, shaking his head with a chuckle. George was in no rush, knowing he had plenty of time to catch up to Sapnap and tickle him to pieces again. Only this time, it would be easier.

This time he’d have a very big puppy on his side, eager to help destroy Sapnap.

#lee!sapnap #ler!george #hehehehehehee #thank u juno for helping me with the title!!!#thank u cal baby for reading too #summmer i hope u love it :3 #and think about it for a loooooong time <3 :D #mushie fics #mcyt tickle #my stuff

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kokoasci · 5 months

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hii ! i have a question, how much does it take you to finish a drawing ?? i really really love how you render😭, and personally i struggle with it cause i always have problems with the whole trust the process mindset and rush everything .. do you have any tips? T-T

hiiii!!! it depends ;__; usually like a full background piece is at least 15-20 hours of work (although I've been trying to get faster WAA)

normal full body art is usually like 7-10 hours? funnily enough the half body/profile ones take longer bc i get hung up on details 😭

the trust the process part is the HARDEST part of art for me so i totally get it :( so many of my sketches just stay sketches because i cant get myself to keep working on them so i highly recommend just following through with it!! i really would recommend doing small little pieces (even like keeping a sketchbook, i do that and its helpful for just drawing whatever with no pressure of people seeing it) youre happy with to get more confident in drawing larger and more time consuming stuff, and to really not think about how you want the end product to look like but just follow whatever choices you make in the moment. it helps me a lot with feeling more satisfied with my work :D

trying different brushes, different colors and blending modes if you do digital art can be really refreshing too to get out of the process mindset (just experiment !!! it can help you get more ideas in a natural way)

#i struggle. constantly with liking what i make #and i feel like people tell me they really like my stuff (which means a lot !!!!) but im never happy with the end product #so ive been trying to practice drawing just to draw and not care about what the composition or comparing the final product to what i +#imagined at the start (although im still. working on this)#but thank you for asking !! i hope this was even a little helpful :D #ask koko

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scarrypossmscribs · 1 year

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Hope your tests were good. Xavier fic please? Extra possessive?

[aaa cool my first request! :> sorry this took a bit I wuz trying to comb through the blog n get things right! Xavier is very underrated, i hope i captured his personality well] cw!Implied Kidnapping cw!Victim Blaming cw!Non-con Hugging [If I'm missing any comment it n I'll add it] Xavier belongs to @hotpinkmoon!!

Xavier stood still and silent. The sight of your precious face capturing his undivided attention.

He was alone with his thoughts, all jumbled and chaotic. He couldn't find it in himself to move away. Or allow himself to sit down.

He really shouldn't have- what the fuck was he thinking? Doing something as pathetic as this? But he just couldn't take it anymore. He really couldn't. Oh the things only you could do to him. He really didn't deserve you, did he? Flashing memories blotted his vision. Your coworkers constantly taking up the space around you. As if they deserved to be by your side. Deserved your precious attention. Something even he was self aware enough to know was too good for him. The fleeting touches. The subtle glances at you. The wary looks they gave him when he came near. All the things they must have been whispering to you about him. And how you didn't seem to notice the obvious scorn towards him, how they were trying to manipulate you. To bring the both of you apart. The rising fear that they might hurt you. It all coagulated together. Forming a sick, blistering poison in Xavier's heart. A suffocating pressure squeezing every last shred of rationality out of his husk of a body. A feeling he just couldn't push down any longer. He just couldn't let you go.

It's so selfish- He knows. The guilt burrowing into the marrow of his bones. But after everything... all of the loneliness. The isolation- Couldn't he just have this? Couldn't he have you? You so kind. Too kind for your own good, really. So precious, and patient, and oh so perfect- The first time Xavier had met you, your cheerful smile and clear eyes had captivated him instantly. But his heart was truly yours once you showed him what an open-minded and attentive person you were.

And he knew he didn't deserve you from that moment onward. Xavier looked down at your sleeping body, in his guest bed. Well... it was your bed now. He... he couldn't let you go after what he'd done. He hoped that you'd forgive him. No no no... he knew you'd forgive him. He was just protecting you after all. From the people who wanted to separate you from him, from the people who could hurt you, from this damned town full of untrustworthy snakes- Xavier would make it up to you. You'd see. He would spoil you with gifts, comfort you whenever you felt sad, provide you the warmth, care, and comfort you needed. He would give you his all. Cradling you in his arms; peppering soft, affectionate kisses on your forehead. Your heartbeats intertwined.

He just wanted you to stay here, with him, where you would be safe and happy.

Was that too much to ask for?

#cw kidnapping #cw yandere #cw victim blaming #cw noncon hugging #yandere x reader #yandere x you #possum scribs #I already had something in mind when i started writing this that made it easier #but it does help a bit to specify what you have in mind in the ask! /pos /gen #i hope this was good :D #i enjoyed writing this #and thank you for sending in the ask! i appreciate it :>!!#!PossumSpeaks #Bloodlust Devotion #bloodlustdevotion #edit cuz tumblr messed up the read more #fixed

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whereismyhat5678 · 7 months

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Give us your silly headcanons about anyone. I want to eat them

WHERE DO I BEGIN

Anyways- Silly mode activated

A lot under the cut, but it’s all Gus headcannons-

(I’m so sorry, Gus was all I could think about at the moment!! 🙇‍♀️)

- I’ve seen someone also say this and I NEED this to happen where he rocks back and forth in his feet, sometimes he goes on his tippy toes and just likes to fidget with his fingers a lot

- HE LOVES COLORS, yeah he mostly takes to brown (and….. red……❤️‍🩹) but, while he’s a gnome (a bit of backstory) gnomes always loved to spread color everywhere they went, figuratively with just how absolutely wonderful they were (they were literally the sweetest creatures in the forest, a bit mischievous but sweet) but also literally with just how much they loved using color on everything-

Because of this Gustavo still likes to use colors on stuff and LOVES to go to festivals with so much color (it reminds him of home…..)

- He had a sister!! (Little, 3 years younger)

- He had quite a strict mother but a very carefree father, I’d say Gus is like a mix of both parents, not to strict but not to carefree y’know?

- He HATES Pizzards…. (They scarred him so bad….)

- When he first came into town, god was he naive- poor thing kept getting scammed and it only stopped cause Peppino was with him to go shopping (it happened the first few weeks he was there for context-)

- I mean that when I said he was naive, again he really hadn’t been to anyways except the forest so he was WAY to nice to everyone, Peppino gave him some lessons on how things work- it was a whole month of teaching-

- He LOVES animals, he wanted to befriend Brick but. Brick attacked him right away, Gustavo kept shouting, and I quote: “PEPPINO HELP I’M BEING JUMPED- I’M BEING JUMPED!!!”

- Everyone in the tower (except Noisette) was skeptical of him, how he was “too nice” and frankly didn’t like him, (they also planned on jumping him) but after Peppino saved them they gave him a chance, now they love him 💕💕

- Gustavo learned that Peppino had a restaurant and felt it’d be an honor if he worked for him (Peppino didn’t have anyone at the time so he was thrilled he had Gus)

- For a short time Gus called Pep “Boss” because he heard everyone did that at work, but since Pep knew him he said it was okay to call him by his name ❤️

- And one more, he’s very talkative!! And in turn he’s a GREAT listener. He especially loves talking about friends and just in general animals. Baby loves it when you talk about friends since he absolutely awes all of his 💕💕

Okay, that’s it- Generally Gustavo was the first thing that popped in mind for headcannons since- I love him- and also cuz’ he’s the one I have THE MOST headcannons for, relating to his species (I have so much to list but I won’t list them now-), to his background, to his personality (which is my favorite-)

Thank you so much for letting me ooze my heart out on this, I really appreciate it, thank you 🫶🫶 (And sorry it was just Gustavo-)

#Pizza Tower #Headcannons #MY HEADCANNONS??#For Gustavo!!#Gustavo #I have so much my god-#All from the top of my head are here #Gus is just so fun to headcannon #He’s adorable and such a treat #I can’t help but love him 💕💕#Thank you again for letting me tell #I hope it wasn’t too much-#Ask #Request :D #Anon ask

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good-beanswrites · 8 months

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A Fuuta + Tears drabble for @erimnar, featuring Mahiru :D Thank you for the request!! It was really fun to write out some thoughts I've been having about the irony in Fuuta's crime... It takes place sometime after Haruka's T2 verdict but before Fuuta's.

Mahiru always prided herself in her friendly disposition, even if it was what had landed her here in the first place. She would never turn away someone in need. It would break her heart to ignore someone when she could help, even if they had never gotten along with her to this point. Even if they were the type to shun her help, anyway. Even if they were a total asshole who drove her up the wall most days.

She steeled herself before entering Fuuta’s cell.

The two had never gotten along during the first trial. (Then again, Mahiru was learning that getting along with someone meant little once she was labeled with a verdict.) She’d managed to hold a few more conversations with Fuuta than usual, but he still proved poor company. In all honesty, she would have continued leaving him to his self-isolation if it weren’t for the sniffling she could hear through the bars.

“Hello?” Following a gentle knock on the door, she wheeled herself inside.

She figured things must be really bad if he didn’t even yell as she let herself in. He simply lifted his head from where he was hunched in the corner. Then he dropped it again, red hair falling over his face. Tears fell into his lap from his left eye. His breath hitched now and then.

He looked… defeated.

Mahiru tried to hide her surprise. The last thing he needed was someone gaping at his pain. “I can go get Shidou. I’m sure he has --”

“No.”

He returned to sniffling without elaborating. Mahiru folded her hands in her lap. If he was hurting that much, she didn’t think curling in on himself like that was doing any favors to his bruised and fractured chest. But maybe the real issue was his eye. She couldn’t imagine what that must feel like. She was about to make another offer for help when he spoke. It was so soft she almost missed it.

“What… have I done…?”

She blinked. “Fuuta?”

He looked up at her. He was difficult to read. It wasn’t as defeated as she’d originally thought. He appeared angry, like usual, but it was layered with a new desperation. Horror. Confusion.

“How could I do this? Me? I never thought... I never meant to... Fuck!”

His fists clutched at the restraints on his uniform. In an instant, Mahiru realized his tears weren’t from any physical agony.

His voice broke. “I was supposed to be a hero, you know? All my life, that’s all I wanted to be. I was supposed to help people. I wanted to… this wasn’t supposed to…” He made a strangled sound. “What have I done?”

Mahiru instinctively reached down to touch his arm. He flinched.

“I don’t-” he hiccuped “-don’t need your pity.”

“It’s not pity.” She had to stifle the tears that had sprung to her own eyes -- she was the type to cry easily when others did. “I didn’t want to hurt anyone, either.”

“It’s more than that!” His body shuddered. “I wanted to be the one that people looked to for help. I wanted to clean up all those scumbags, one at a time. Make the world better. I knew I wasn’t cut out for anything else -- I’d never make it as anything in this society. But I thought, online… I really thought… I could still be a hero…”

He sank his head into his hands. Mahiru got the sense he wasn’t actually expecting any response. He probably could care less if it were her beside him, or anyone else, or no one at all. But she would help. That's what she did.

“Fuuta… you haven’t given up, have you?”

He stayed silent.

“You stood up from Yuno, after her interrogation,” she said. “You reprimanded me and Kazui for taking the situation too lightly, and not leading the other prisoners. You’ve spoken a lot about escape plans.” She didn’t mention that they had yet to sound possible. “Your conversations with Amane have kept her spirits up. At least, I think so… You’ve kept an eye on Haruka to make sure he’s safe. And I heard you yelling at Es about what happened to me, even if it wasn’t their fault.”

She smiled gently. She knew his explosive rant in the corridor the other day had been more out of anger than love. Still, thinking of it always made her heart flutter a bit. Fuuta would’ve made a horrendous love interest from the romance novels she’d been reading, but at least he knew how to stand up for a woman like one.

“So what? Get the point, I don't give a shit.”

Horrendous, see?

Mahiru sighed, keeping her expression kind. “We all have done horrible things. I’m not saying it’s okay. But in here, you have been a hero. So please, you can’t stop now.”

He let out a single bitter sound -- something caught between a laugh and a choke -- before he resumed his crying. Shaking, sobbing breaths filled the cell.

Mahiru’s face fell.

"Ah... I'm sorry."

With that, she wheeled herself outside. Fuuta had given up. And once again, she’d said too much. She only wanted to show him kindness. To tell him how much she cared. To remind him of the good that was still going on. She should know by now that her love only made things worse. It was best that she left so quickly. No need to endanger him, as she’d endangered others before. She shouldn’t put anyone else at risk.

“Hey -- !”

She whipped her head around. Fuuta was standing outside. His cheeks still shone with tears, but he clenched his fists in determination.

“I’m not giving up, you hear? I’m not that weak!” His expression was wild. He looked ready to fight. Mahiru knew he was, right now. “I’m not fucking giving up on us!”

#milgram #fuuta kajiyama #mahiru shiina #ahh the fucked up irony of these two wanting something so incredibly badly and then they accidentally do the opposite...#(be in love -> destroy their love) (be a hero -> be the villain)#but! i love the idea of them being able to recognize the others' successes because of how theyve helped each other #fuuta would never admit it but mahirus unending kindness has really comforted him #and mahiru may not approve of his aggression but shes really affected by him fighting for whats right #Woo i enjoyed this one a lot!! i hope its as good to read and not just my silly indulgence of faves interacting😂#thank you :D #drabbles

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mitamicah · 1 hour

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I hope you’re not sad anymore! Here’s a kitty!Jere for you from my phone archives and I hope he makes you smile! 😌💛💚 (sorry they’re a bit blurry, the boy just don’t stay still!)

Yay kitty Jere 😸😽🫶hahahaha he seldom stands still that's for sure x'D thank you for sharing :'3 <3

#the amount of people coming through sending me cute and fun things are definitely helping #including your lovely pictures #thank you for sharing :'D #and I hope you don't mind me adding this tag just in case x'D >#future ref #jere pöyhönen #käärijä #replies

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8rujaa · 14 days

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my therapist really saved me….

#tw abuse // tw sa #i can’t sleep bc i keep thinking about this.#like i probably would’ve not been here if it weren’t for her #i started seeing her january of 2023… my life has changed entirely since then and she was definitely the one who got the ball rolling #literally so much has changed since then and it’s all because of her #i was so dissociated during our first few sessions #thanks to her i was able to get diagnosed and medicated for adhd. i was able to realize i was in an abusive situation and plan a way out #i was able to focus on myself and my healing and she’s helped me reframe so much of my negative thinking #i was able to process a lot of emotions and become a better version of myself with each session #she’s truly incredible.#i remember the first comment she made about the relationship had been ‘’so it’s like there’s an imbalance of control in the relationship’’#i had put my partners on such a high pedestal that i had no idea they could be doing anything wrong #and i asked her what she meant and she said ‘from what you’ve been describing it’s sounds like a strict parents and child type of dynamic’#she told me they didn’t need to understand why i wanted to leave and they didn’t need to make that decision. if that’s what was going to be #best for me the only thing i could do is let them know my reasoning and simply leave. i didn’t need their permission.’’#i remember being so confused at that realization bc like… i had been putting their emotions over mine the whole time i had forgotten simply #doing what’s best for me was an option… l #ever since then i’ve been putting myself first and it’s been a steady uphill from rock bottom… i’ve made an incredible amount of progress #when i first started with her getting out of bed and walking to the kitchen was incredibly difficult and took all my strength.#yesterday i conquered a mountain!!!!!!! i hiked all the way to the top!!!!! :D #me a year ago thought it was going to take me years and years to recover. as soon as i left i made leaps of progress #im incredibly proud of myself and grateful for her. and my reiki lady she’s also been a great great help.#the silver lining is i realized who really matters. and the relationships i cared about deepened.#my sweet virgo friend was the one who was always like ‘THATS A GROWN ASS MAN WHO CANT UNDERSTAND BASIC CONSENT???’#LMFAO i would be like ‘but he has trauma and bla bla bla’ she looked me dead in the eyes and said #’jess you said with your last boyfriend that you would never make excuses for a man who was hurting you again. stop defending him.’#she’s really a gem and i treasure her with my life. i hope she knows i love her. she’s family at this point #she’s also literally saved my life before (like deadass called 911 for help)#im glad i had the support system i had. that was a rough situation with so many layers and im glad i got through it #my 22nd year of life was by far the worst of my life and i don’t ever want to put myself in that situation again. im glad i learned.

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chiquitafresa · 2 months

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ALRIGHT TURN TABLES WHATRE YOUR VOX SHIPS

HOW THE TABLE TURN-

My most favorites is obviously staticmoth, staticradio, and staticapple! They all have such a fun dynamic, I love it!

other Vox ships I like are Staticdust and StaticCat! I think they’re cute on their own ways! Definitely love to see more of them

And finally We have staticdoubleapple! Basically Lilith x Vox x Lucifer! Find one fic of this and it never left my brain.

(I hope this isn’t too many, I just like shipping my favorite character with almost everyone)

#Hope this help?#hazbin vox #My favorite ships #Sorry if this is too many #Thank you for the ask! :D #ask blog

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chitinleg · 4 months

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so if someone was theoretically going to write a fic based off of the tags on that one very excellent garashir artwork you did... what would be a suitable villain role and/or scheme for garak to play? i know basically nothing about spy media and even less about james bond. i googled "most homoerotic james bond villain" and that was interesting but not helpful for this scenario... idk i want to really do this justice so i figured i could ask, since you came up with the idea in the first place and i guess that means this is a gift for you? and everyone else who liked that piece? thank you for your time :)

this is SUCH a charming question to receive!!! it's an honor that my art might inspire others to create! that said, here is my advice: i think you should follow your heart, mainly! i say this to everyone about everything but its very true, with writing especially, i think, you might want to write things that are especially interesting to you so that its exciting to keep going with them

personally, i don't watch a lot of spy media, i disliked james bond as a kid and i still dislike him now, so the character archetypes and plots from that wouldn't interest me enough to write a fanfic off of—i could read ds9 fic based off of them easily bc i love the ds9 characters!!! but. i couldn't write like that. therefore, i can't give you useful answers from that canon. i can give you this, but i don't know if it will be helpful: i think i would first start with the question—what about garak excites you? what puts you on the edge of your seat with him? what about julian—what actions do you like to see him take? what decisions of his make you giddy? how do you like to dig into his character? how do you like to dig into garak's? if you write down the answers to your question, it becomes the puzzle of how you can get everything you want out of the fic. the beautiful thing about the holosuite is that anything can happen at all, and while you're telling a spy story, it doesn't have to all be spy tropes. you could, if you wanted, play out a shakespeare play (your favorite shakespeare play, assuming you don't hate them all) as if it were a spy thriller! Sure, what's Twelfth Night as a spy thriller? We already have many characters playing with the fluidity of identity, going by different names, taking on different roles, gaining trust and acting on their own best interests. Just raise the stakes a little. is this insane? i feel insane. is it worth anything? i hope so. my ending point is: i am not so good at writing advice! i'm a much better drawer than a worder, but it's a gift already that you've said my art has motivated your desire to create!!!!!!!!! from there on—don't worry about what i want at all, don't worry about doing my work justice!!! take what excites you about the idea, take what excites you from your own ideas, and build it into something that makes you giddy to work on!!! i believe in you, and you have the world at your fingertips!!!!!!

#communications #midnightcommittee #it's a big beautiful world and it is gift enough that my artwork makes you want to create!#a small connection of beauty and meaning through the vastness of life!#follow your heart and create something that makes you even more excited than my art! get self indulgent! thats the best gift you could give #what draws me about garak and bashirs relationship i think is that bashir likes to solve puzzles. and garak likes to give him puzzles #he delights in bashirs quickness and bashir delights in showing off his quickness—being challenged and measuring up #and then. and then—once they reach that point. bashir takes even better delight in flipping the tables—he doesn't give garak a puzzle #but he likes to get garak off his footing. he likes. (i think) to be the puzzle that garak is now trying to solve.#theyre very playful. they love games. they love to play them together.#you don't have to use any of that in your fic but in case you needed some more thoughts to springboard off of—i hope they help!#i hope anything that ive said has been useful honestly #REGARDLESS: good luck! thank you for telling me my artwork inspired you! i wish u good luck and easy writing!#and i hope to read ur fic one day :D

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