#i feel a wave of artblock coming in

[nako-doodles]

Can you Tell me a little about your Pokémon gotta catch em all resting gif. Which member is which and what Pokémon they have cuddling them? I can't tell (I don't know all the Pokémon and they've changed hair colors so many times I am not sure who's who. Jungkook is the only one I know cause of his tatts.)

Also could you tell me your bts Pokémon headcanons, who you think their starter would be and which ones they hang out with most?

I love the gif it's super cute and I was hoping to know more about it please and thank you!

i cant believe i would reach a place in this lil hobby of mine for someone to ask me more about me creative vision asijgioaerjhioaer its going to be long so i left everything under the cut:

so currently from left to right we have: jinnie w his milotic fishing a luvdisc, tae and his cottonee, jimin and his misdrevous, yoongi and his swablu and wooper, joon and his dragonite, jk w his scorbunny.

theyre all wearing different variations of their gogo stage outfits (if you squint you can see jk's folded neatly next to him), except hobi, who is wearing his pool outfit from in the soop, and joon, also wearing his chillax fit from in the soop.

all of the maknaes have unevolved pokemon, and most of the hyungs have fully evolved pokemon. yoongi has two unevolved pokemon but i fully headcanon that he has an umbreon who thought it was too sunny out and stayed in the cabin off camera.

i originally wanted to give each member two pokemons (why yoonjin got 2) but i ran out of motivation and space for that fairly quickly

ive always headcannoned jin to have fairy or "rodent" types (emolga, pikachu, pachirisu yknow, the small and underestimated but packs a hella punch w lotsa hp type), yoongi to have ghost types, hobi to have pokemon that require sun stones to evolve (sunflora, lilligant, heliolisk etc), joon to have dragon types, jimin psychic types, tae grass types, jk fire or fighting types but honestly its been so long since i played i am no longer familiar w the gameplay or new pokemon TT

thank you for sending this to me my heart is extra warm and toasty 🥺🥺🥺 lmk if you wanna know anything else 💖💖💖

#this was og supposed to come out for pokemon's 20th but i got artblock and life got in the way so it got hella postponed aiojgiorag #never forget that pachirisu from the masters final who took a whole ass draco meteor and remained fucking standing bitch wtf...... #jin got milotic bc good singing voice to lull others to sleep? beautiful and wins contests left right and center? #yoongi got wooper for obvious reasons and swablu bc swablus are known for calming anxieties and hella soft and cute and powerful #hobi feels like the type to only know pikachu and he got the alolan raichu bc the dude has a surfboard for a tail #hobi and his raichu was originally supposed to go surfing together but i got supremely lazy and didnt want to animate waves #joon got dragonite for the sole reason of him going HWWAAAAAAAAA and being cute describing dragonite on that one interview #jimin has misdrevous bc hes mischevous to a fault and also the pokemon screams jiminsexual you know? its the hat and mystery #tae has cottonee bc tae likes cuddling and cottonee evolves to whimsiscott like its just hella whimsical and tae #jk has scorbunny for obvious reasons and also i feel like jk would have a lot of fun using mega lopunny to beat up his opponents #ans

[witla]

2023 Year Review

Hello!

So first of all I wanted to make this on audio like I did on 2020, but honestly I don’t think I have time and room to record my voice lol.

Second holy shit the last time I did this was in 2020 itself, why I didn’t make this on 2021 or 2022? Idk maybe I didn’t want to talk about it, but I’m going to have a brief mention of things about them here.

So 2023…

It was a very zig zag year for me to be sure

First, I’m quite disappointed on myself because I didn’t make much art like I did before, if you see my archive on tumblr, you can see the gaps between months and the amount of drawings I did (not a lot), I wish I could have made more art, but when you get on a job, your brain gets fried and artblock its inevitable.

Speaking of my job…oh boy, at first I was excited to finally got settled in a job to make my own money and such (I entered last year on August), but the more time I’ve been, the more unwelcomed I felt, let’s just say that I haven’t click much with my coworkers like I did before, my bosses are not there at all, and I just feel like a ghost, not appreciated, but I don’t want to quit yet because I don’t think I can find a job that quickly after quitting one, I want to have more experience and such. I just hope we can have a better environment again like before.

In terms of health, God, it’s been my more painful year yet, sickness after sickness after sickness, at least I went to the hospital once for brief hours, its better because the period of 2020-2022, I’ve been on the hospital like five times a year for days. And let’s not talk about how my moods swings went and so on, my mental health was on the verge of breaking, so much that I was ready to say goodbye to the world like the fifteen time…

But I didn’t

Why?

Because despite all this toxicity and this negativity in my personal life, some things are worth to live for.

It’s worth to hear your dad say “I love you” and cook you the food you love, to say that he will help you no matter what, and appreciate you and say how smart and beautiful you are.

It’s worth to hear your brother say he worries about you, and wants you to be okay, to send you memes, images and videos to laugh with the most surreal humor we gen z have.

It’s worth to hear your sister tell you about her hyper fixations, to hear her silly but funny ideas and contribute alongside her, to see her draw with acuarelas, and show you the weird but funny videos she laughs about.

It’s worth to have your grandma let gift you things you don’t really need, but it’s still appreciated and hugs you and kisses you, when she loves you despite your low self-stem.

It’s worth to hear your uncles and aunts to say how are you beautiful you are, how they love the way you laugh, the way you smile, they say keep that cute smile of yours always.

It’s worth to see your cousins, talk to them, hug them, and play alongside them UNO cards and videogames, especially when they also have the same interest as yourself and understands you when no one else does.

Its worth to see your dogs, pet them, see how they wave their tail at you, how they get happy when they see you coming back home after work,

Even if we bicker and a lot for the most minimum things, we love each other, typical Mexican family lol, but yeah my family has been a big support in this year.

Also I’m proud of myself, I had the guts to join a dance group, specifically an Ori Tahiti group, I learned to dance something that I wasn’t familiar with, not only that, I learned more about Polynesian culture and language, and it that group I made some friends, my teacher is a very open minded and lovely person, after my exam, she wrote on a paper of how if I have more confidence in myself I might be also present as a solo dancer (WOW).

Learning to dance definitely improved my physical and mental health (a little bit yeah because I have my downs) like I lost a significant amount of weight thanks to it, and seeing the others dance and talk with them and dance alongside them, it’s also worth to live for, they definitely boost my confidence.

And even if it’s a bit cheesy, some media I watched and played, it was worth it, it helped me in the bad times, it helped me to have fun, to feel fun again, to enjoy my life, thank you!!!.

So yeah, even if my year had ups and downs, I’m ready for next year

I hope things get better with me, but no only me, to everyone, I hope it becomes a better year around the world, please be a better year for those who need it!

If you read this, well thank you for having the time to read it!

To my followers, thanks for sticking with me, even if I have a small following, I appreciate you a lot and I love you!!!!!!!!

Good news is that I finally made more pieces of art, although it’s my usual personal weird, surreal, abstract pieces of art based on my struggles, good things, just surreal shit and songs I listen too, also made new OCS so… I’m hoping to upload them soon on January!

Happy New Year!

See you soon on 2024!!!

An Witlacosh

#an talks #happy new year

[aqueousablution]

(Note: these don't look great to me flipped to be oriented the way everyone else would see my face IRL, but I'm 99.9% sure it's just because I'm used to seeing myself in the mirror, since the more I look at these versions the better I feel about them)

So I decided to power through my artblock (the Eggbug chuckster I posted to Cohost doesn't quite count to me because that was mostly just tracing an official pianta render, though it did help to get the creative juices flowing) and figure out what the fuck I want to do with my appearance once I grow my hair out and start going out in public presenting as a gal, and to do that I redrew a photo of myself, left out the hair beyond what's on the scalp so I could put things on top of it more easily, embellished a few things (like giving myself a bit of mascara and/or eyeliner, since I'm fond of that look), colored it a bit, and then planned to do sloppy paint-overs to get a feel for what might look good or bad on me, but I wound up already being super happy with the base, which caught me off-guard.   And then I went ahead and (messily) put my MH hunter's hair (MHR style 29, which IIRC was added in Sunbreak) onto the base and uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh holy shit? Hoooooly shit, I didn't get hit with a wave of gender euphoria, I got hit by a fuckin' tsunami of the stuff (disclaimer: I normally brush my bangs to my right, hence the hairstyle being flipped from how it appears in-game)

I still need to figure out what I want to do in terms of glasses, but already I feel fan-fucking-tastic about all this, since I was genuinely expecting to have to try a few hairstyles before I found anything that looked good. So the fact that I hit upon something that I sincerely think would look super fucking cute on me so quickly is a really fucking pleasant surprise ❤️❤️❤️ (I might experiment with some other types of accessory as well, like a Celeste Foley-style miniscarf, or maybe even something like earrings, which I've never put much thought into when it comes to what I'd want to wear)

(side-note: if anyone feels like offering suggestions for things they think would look cute on me in terms of hairstyles or accessories, feel free to edit the base!)

Drawing this also helped me realize that my transition goals and overall ideal post-transition vibe are basically just a combination of Claire & Celeste Foley from Professor Layton and the Unwound Future and Emmy Altava from the Layton prequel trilogy (though admittedly I never played the 3DS Layton games, so my only frame of reference for Emmy is Last Specter), with maybe a bit of Flora Reinhold and even some Katrielle Layton mixed in (mind you, I never played the Katrielle games, but her dress is absurdly cute and reminds me a lot of Bridget's blouse in GGST)? And lemme tell ya, it's one hell of a trip realizing that your goal in life is basically just to become an amalgam of leading ladies from the Layton series, especially since back in early high school I had a bit of an obsession with the "gentleman" aesthetic because of Layton; for example, I still have a brown top hat sitting in my closet that I got at a renaissance fair years ago, which I wouldn't be caught dead wearing nowadays

#transgender #transition goals #hairstyle #trans woman #trans girl #transwoman #transgirl #trans #hair #my art #Is it weird to play dress-up with a self-portrait? Probably. Do I give a shit? HAHA NOPE #Sorry I haven’t really been uploading art here #it’s a bit hard to keep up with multiple sites and I’m loving the fuck out of Cohost #(on a related note: go follow me on Cohost)

[wachtelspinat]

It seems you have hard times and I hope you're ok. I'm just a random guy but I feel like I need to support you and tell you how awesome you are! There is something special about your artworks, smth I've never seen in anybody else's art, smth that makes me just stare at your art and think about story behind it even if I know nothing about the characters. You seem to put a soul even in small sketches, they all are very emotional. I just want to thank you for everything you've done !! :)

________________

Heya, it is overwhelmingly amazing of you to reach out to me, thank you so much :’’)

This may be a little too much info now but I’ve learned that writing things down and telling someone about them, even if it’s the void that is tumblr, can help in some way. Not gonna lie, the last months have been a constant up and down and between juggling university, helping out during the first corona wave here and generally trying to not lose my mind (we lost a family member and weren’t able to attend to the funeral due to restrictions, my brain nagging me with ‘the usual’ that is telling me I’m useless, nobody likes me, etc etc) I have somehow lost my drive and will for drawing which... is a real kick in the guts since although I don’t have a lot of original content and not much of an output, drawing is something I identify with. And now I don’t even wanna draw and when I push myself to do it, I can’t come up with good ideas or fun scribbles, and I think to myself ‘Why even. It doesn’t matter’.

This all sounds mighty bitter and grim but I can assure you that I’m actually fine. There are the usual thoughts that keep me awake at night, but nothing I can’t handle. It’s just... I wish I could get back to drawing with a snip of my finger, but it’s not that easy. 

Gonna try different things now which friends recommended to me about what they do when they’re stuck with a massive artblock, not giving up here :’’/ !

So coming back to your message; again thank you so much, it is a very amazing gesture and I really appreciate it! It’s very emboldening to hear that the stuff that I put out there brings a little joy to you and others, so yes, thanks a lot :’’)

Hope you have a good day, stay safe and all the best to you <3 !

[chesedelhim]

Other things abt seattle now that I am leaving:

- I DID see the ocean :) I didnt go to a beach but walked a bit (came out of the wrong zoo exit) and saw it :) I am filled with joy

- I saw so many animals at the zoo holy shit. I almost cried when I saw the wolves (lifelong fav animal) and i got so many pics. I bought a wolf plushie for me and a cookbook for my wife and a hoodie to share

- once u get outta downtown it looks like. Eerily similar to my hometown, I really like it. Everything is uphill both ways.

- yall werent wrong fuckin Everything is under construction here

- was anyone gonna tell me abt the like bridge thingys that go over the road that have. Short smooth looking trains on them bc that was cool as FUCK. I've never seen one of those

- 5th ave theater looks REALLY neat! I kinda liked the vibe of 5th ave in general, idk what's going on but theres some neat buildings

- I still do not understand why the buildings need to be so tall

- I've decided nobody in this city aside from the bus drivers (thank you bus drivers) knows how to drive but that's ok bc nobody at home knows how to drive either

- the stadium thing is the most intimidating building I've seen in my life!

- after watching some of the caterpillar busses navigate some of yalls narrower streets I have a great deal of respect for them and their drivers. I would love to take one someday.

- so I was up here for to get my tumor business sorted out and the sheer amount of confidence my doc had when explaining the procedure and exactly what would b done makes me SO fuckin confident in gettin this shit sorted. He doesnt even have to take some of my real bones out! He was able to figure out exactly where it was coming from just from lookin at my cat scan for 30 seconds and explained my exact risks and ways that those risks like, happened and I was just like. Wow. Bc u do NOT get this quality of care back home

- the sort of vaguely Corinthian and. Abstract/implication of waves on some of the street posts has me goin HAM it's such a neat design. I really love a lot of the architecture, I'd love to like. Properly take a gander at it one of these days, I saw a lot of stuff that I didnt get pics of but was like absolutely in love with.

- I saw like a double tiered bridge thingy with no like. Support cage on top which I've never seen before, most of the bridges I know have that sort of thing and it was neat! Also scary! How the fuck do yall feel like yaint gonna fall off

- tunnels tunnels tunnels tunnels the lighting in these makes me feel like I'm in silent hill

- I've played navigator this whole trip so guess who can read maps now (I could kinda do it before but I can REALLY do it now)

- I'm still rivals w the cascades on principle but I gotta admit it really does look like home. If I have to live anywhere else (gd forbid) I'd do it somewhere up here.

- I love looking at all the graffiti. Most of the stuff you see in my town is gang related, but people get ARTSY up here! Middle school me is losing aer shit.

- the sheer amount of art around the city has me beyond inspired rn. I've had just the Most artblock lately but between the outline of the mountains (VERY distinct from my own) to the nature immediately outside the city to the. Importance placed on the environment (seeing such a huge city being like NO BE NICE TO THE ENVIRONMENT OR 🔪 is VERY good ) to the actual like. works of art all over the place has me just swimming with ideas and concepts.

- I didnt see a ton of like, the sights or the local scenes but I'm coming back up in a bit to do the actual surgery and I'm totally beggin to stay for extra time to see as much as I can. This made me wish I could drive so I could do trips up here more often.

- I still dont really like the. I cant phrase this right other than theres too much of it, it's just a lot to process and a like. Huuuuge difference compared to my very rural way of living normally but it's also like....kinda way more anonymous and theres so much to DO and that's SO so interesting. I'd love to take like a camper van up here and just explore for weeks on end. I feel like with repeat trips I could genuinely get used to it, and I saw and heard abt a lot of stuff I'd love to check out.

- I wanna say BIG THANK YOU to the people who told me things about the city! I've got a bucket list now!! The info was helpful and had me goin 👀👀 at a whole bunch of stuff that I Definitely wanna do at some point

- I'm absolutely gonna have more to add to this post later once I process everything and dont have a headache lmao

#fire.txt #for clarification #i cant drive due to i have shit eyes that dont work enough to let me. i would absolutely hop on that if i could. #this like. really is something else #im like. intimidated but awestruck and inspired and just #theres so MUCH #i can soundly say that like. i definitely enjoyed this and i definitely wanna explore more of the city #like theres stuff i dont like of course which like. happens everywhere so its not like the city's fault. and i can say that ive been #very very captivated by a lot of aspects of it now that ive like kinda gotten a handle on it a bit #i cant wait to come up next time tbh

[crimsonbluemoon]

Working for Love: A TerrorMoo story 16/17

Hello hello! Happy Saturday to everyone reading this. This story’s been a lot of fun to write, and I’m happy to get this final part out. This is the technical ending to the story, but per Grace’s request, I’ll have an extra scene for people looking for a mature epilogue. 

But for those who don’t, this is the final one! So please, enjoy.

OH! And also make sure to come to my new Discord’s Podcast tonight at 8pm! ‘The Creativity Corner’ is for writers and authors who want to have others to connect with, or fans that wanna help support their favorite content creators. We’ve got a happy little community right now, so come join us! 

Our Podcast tonight will be about Burnout and Artblocks and how to push through them. 

If you need the link, here it is. <3 

Now enjoy the story!

Previous Part

Start from the beginning

Brian couldn’t keep the smile off his face if someone punched him (Tyler had already threatened to once, due to how ‘goofy’ his grin looked all day). Why?

Because he and Brock were together. 

Well, sort of. 

After comforting Brock during his breakdown, he’d spent a week sleeping at Brock’s place. Cuddling and kissing Brock every morning before life dragged them out of bed had been the best part of his day, and he felt high from the sensations that thrummed through his body each time Brock murmured his name with fondness. Sex hadn’t been talked about yet, which Brian understood. Brock had taken two hours to fully explain the negative effects his ex had on his body image, as well as his mental health. Just hearing how Brock’s previous boyfriend handled the situation was disgusting and left a bitter taste in his mouth. He’d split a pizza with Craig on Brock’s couch the next day, letting Brock catch up on sleep he’d been struggling to claim due to his anxiety. Mini looked rightfully spiteful when speaking about the ex, pointing out that the emotional abuse he’d provided Brock had been going on long before Brock even realized it. 

Brian had made sure to cuddle Brock even tighter that night, hoping his warmth could chase away any residual pain left behind. 

“You still didn’t ask him to be your boyfriend? You’re literally worse than Jonathan and Evan. I didn’t even think that was possible.” Tyler’s blunt statement made Brian laugh and Evan shrug, arms leaning on the front desk.

“There’s no expiration date on love.” 

“You saying you love Jonathan?” Brian asked, forcing himself not to pump his fists when finally getting a hint of a blush on Evan’s face. 

“I’m just here for the pizza man, not to get dissected.” And to prove his point, Evan reached forward to snag a piece from the box in front of him. The tradition of the gym was to provide pizza every first monday of the month as an incentive to get fair-weather members in for a work-out. The likelihood of them signing up for a class once there was higher, especially after the guilt of eating four slices of pizza came into play. It was a smart marketing move on Tyler’s part, Brian would give him that. 

“Number one, you’re here because I still pay you for some fucking reason.” Tyler smacked the back of Evan’s hand, scowling when Evan only clutched the crust harder and took the pain in order to rip a bite off the piece. 

“You can’t separate a man from his true love.”

“Funny, I don’t see Jonathan here.” Brian quipped back, snickering.

“Look who’s talking!” Evan’s childish reply didn’t deserve a response, so Brian ignored it by stuffing his own piece of pizza into his mouth. 

“Number two,” Tyler continued, glaring at both guilty parties. “Stop eating the customer’s food.”

“It’s closing time; the only one whose gonna come in now is Brock,” Brian said, glancing to the clock. It was close to 9:30, meaning they only had a half hour before the place officially shut down. A quick sweep of the gym saw two, maybe three, people inside. 

“And it’s so good.” Evan said, or that was what Brian thought he said, since pizza was muffling his words. 

“Number three; you both are hopeless losers if you can’t get the balls to ask out the men you’re in love with. I barely even tolerate Mini, but I was smart enough to make it official.” The last piece of information made Brian choke on his slice. Tyler and Craig were dating? Since when?! What alternate reality was he living in? And were they fucking, because Tyler still was just as grouchy as he’d been during his dry spell. Brian was going to have words with Craig. “And for the last fucking time, Brian, put your hat on.”

“Can’t,” he coughed out after swallowing the ball of dough lodged in his throat. “Gotta go get the weights ready for Brocky, bye!” 

“I’m going to fire you!” Tyler’s threat barely left a scratch on Brian as he tuned him out, humming when jogging through the gym to get to the weight rack. He’d set up time for Brock to work with him on free weights, which really was just a ploy to watch Brock’s bicep flex up close. All of Brock was handsome, but there was something about the transformation of his arm that really made Brian’s stomach heat with arousal. He wasn’t planning on getting anything out of it (other than a nice little image to think of in the shower), but Brian had already accepted that Brock could read a newspaper and he would somehow find it sexy. At least during this particular activity, he’d have a reason to ‘fix his form’.

“Hey.” Brian paused in moving one of the bars to the side when he heard a new voice call out to him, glancing over his shoulder at the newcomer. The man wasn’t out of shape, though the lack of definement on his muscles proved the gym wasn’t the first place he thought of going after work. It may have explained why he was calling out to Brian; he probably needed help with something he hadn’t learned to use yet.

“What can I help you with?” Brian asked, caught off guard by the once over he got. Sure, this wouldn’t be the first time someone had checked him out, but most did it from the corner of their eyes or behind machinery. The guy was bold, Brian would give him that. 

“I’m new to this gym. Was wondering how to sign up for training lessons.” 

“Most of our sessions are between the hours of 9am and 5pm; we rarely do one this close to closing. You can talk to Evan or Tyler at the front desk and see what trainer fits your timeframe,” Brian answered, giving a polite smile that stayed rigid with professionalism. Flirting was nice when he wasn’t dating someone, but Brian knew how to turn off his charm when he needed to. Here, seeing the obvious interest in Brian, he made sure to keep an appropriate distance from him when pointing out the front desk. “They’ll tell you all of our availability up there.” 

“Are you free now?” Persistence did not look good on this man, and Brian had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. From the corner of his gaze, he caught a familiar face, and his smile was much easier to throw out when seeing Brock giving him a wave.  

“Actually, I’m not. My boyfriend’s coming over to work out with me.” He’d said the title hundreds of times in his head, but it was the first that he’d let slip from his lips. And damn, did it feel good. He added a nod behind the man, who huffed and turned to inspect who Brian was talking about. Brian didn’t get to see the man’s reaction, because the joy that drained from Brock’s smile was far more important. Brock had never turned pale so fast in Brian’s presence, his wide eyes and quickened breathing both signs that something had gone terribly wrong. And fuck if people were watching (really it was just this one guy in the gym now), Brian needed to soothe him.  “Brock? Sweetheart, you okay?” 

“That’s who you’re dating?” The unnecessary bite to the man’s tone had Brian snapping his head back, his glare already reved up. 

“That a problem?” 

“He’s my ex-boyfriend.” A sentence had never made Brian’s stomach drop out and boil with rage at the same time. 

He was going to give Tyler a reason to fire him, after all. 

“You fucking asshole.” Brian’s hands grabbed the man’s shirt before slammed him into the mirror, fists shaking from how hard he was pressing into the other’s chest. “You fucking waste of life.” 

“Brian!” Brock’s cry of his name was heard, but for once, he didn’t feel soothed by it. Instead, the hatred and anger blistered in his skin, his teeth clenched together between scalding words of disgust.

“You vile dick. You, you, think you have any right to say shit to Brock? That you deserve anyone close to his calibre? Are you fucking crazy?” His arms slammed the man back again when he tried to respond, not wanting to hear his response. “I should knock every one of your stupid teeth out-”

“Please stop!” Brock’s chest was warm when he grabbed Brian from behind, his forehead pressed to the back of Brian’s neck. The arms around Brian were strong, but shaking, and it was the fact that Brock was trembling that made Brian finally let go of the other’s shirt. Brock pulled him back a couple feet before another hand grabbed him, turning him to face Evan and Tyler.

“Yo, calm down dude,” Evan tried to be calm about the outburst, but Tyler’s anger palpable in the air. 

“What the fuck was that? You can’t attack random ass people in the gym!” 

“He’s not random!” Brian snarled back, sending a scathing glare toward the man now staring at Brock. Brock, who was now pressed to his side, hadn’t noticed the look, too busy grabbing Brian’s hands to check his knuckles for bruises. But Brian had, and he wanted to rip the man’s eyeballs out of his head for even thinking he had the right. “That’s Brock’s ex.” 

“Oh shit.” Evan’s voice was quiet, but it seemed to echo from how silent the gym had become. Brock flinched next to him, but stayed silent on the topic, shaky fingers rubbing circles into Brian’s knuckles. 

“Jesus fuck, what is my life.” Tyler’s groan was followed by his hand sliding down his face, but Brian picked up on some of his ire washing away. He wished his anger had lowered at all, but seeing Brock’s ex open his mouth made fury rise through him again.

“Brock, you… you lost some weight.” It was insulting to hear Brock’s accomplishment said with such a surprised tone. Brian’s spine was ready to snap with how stiff it was, but he held himself still when Brock’s hand slipped to his lower back and rubbed along the vertebrae. 

“I’ve been working on being healthier,” Brock answered quietly, and Brian hated how hard it looked for Brock to make eye contact with the man who’d crushed him months ago. “It’s not really about the weight; just trying to be happy.” 

“That’s what I meant, that’s what I’ve always been telling you-” 

“No.” In an uncharacteristic rudeness that had Brian’s pride swelling, Brock steadied his feet and took a slow breath before continuing. “No, that’s not what you did. You tore me down and picked out everything you felt was wrong about me. It wasn’t about me being happy, it was about being good enough for you to date. You supported change; you just… you didn’t support me.”

“Well, I-” 

“But now,” Brock’s hand paused in its movement against Brian’s back, and he didn’t need any incentive to lean down and kiss Brock’s temple for reassurance. He felt Brock lean into the connection for a moment, as if trying to absorb Brian’s confidence in him. “I’m with someone who will.” 

“He’s only with you because you lost weight. If anything, I helped you. You’re never going to get better than you are now, which you only got to because I left you.” 

“Brock’s been the same fucking person since day one, you prick. Do you really think losing weight made him different somehow? How blind can you be? I swear to God- say something stupid like that again-” Brian was ready to launch across the floor to tackle the man to the ground, but in a blink of an eye, the man was yanked out of sight. Surprised, Brian glanced over to see that Tyler had the guy by the scruff of the neck. Using his height and strength, he manhandled the ex to the front of the gym, his scowl fierce. 

“Okay, I’m done with this. I have a no douchebag policy in my gym, and you’re well past that line. You’re done.” 

“Excuse me? I have a membership-”

“I’ll mail you a fucking refund.” Evan let out a cheer when Tyler tossed the man out of the gym, the doors slamming shut behind him. Brian wanted to feel anything but anger, but his blood was boiling. 

“Fuck!” Frustrated at himself for not chasing the man down, Brian pulled away from Brock, shoulders stiff when storming into the locker room. He barely made it past the door before he shouted again, hands slamming into the row of steel lockers lining the wall. His palms stung from the intense contact, but he didn’t care, needing to feel something other than pure rage. Why had that guy thought he had any right to make Brock feel worthless? All the emotional scars, the times Brock had lost sleep, the tears poured over that beautiful face were because of a piece of garbage like that? Another heavy roll of emotion washed over Brian, who clenched his hands and pounded against the lockers again. He leaned his forearms onto the cool metal, head no longer supported by his neck when he dropped it against the solid surface. Closing his eyes, Brian could feel his trembles trickling down his back, coasting along the skin light enough to create goosebumps in their path. 

“Brian.” The voice was cautious and soft, and Brian wanted to curl into it and never come out. He didn’t move from his tense position against the locker, hearing Brock move closer. “Tyler said to tell you he really did revoke his membership. Just deleted him from the database, too.” 

“Probably so I wouldn’t look up his address and beat the fock outta him.” And deep down, he knew Tyler’s caution was right on the money. 

“You wouldn’t really-”

“I would.” He took his time lifting his head to make sure that Brock could take in the serious expression on his face. “I would do it without a second thought.” 

“You shouldn’t do that.” Brock didn’t flinch away from the violence, but his concerned look was enough to settle some of the anger in Brian’s stomach. 

“After everything that focker did to you, I’d be more than happy to rearrange his face. Give me one reason I shouldn’t.” 

“Because that wouldn’t make me happy.”  Brian felt his lungs release the final wisps of tension at Brock’s soft touch, palms sliding over his cheeks to cradle his face in his hands.  “He’s a coward who would press charges, and then I’d be the one punished again. It’d just hurt me in the end.”

“Don’t want that,” Brian admitted without a fight. His shoulders slumped, leaning his weight onto the lockers. How did Brock ease his soul like this? Seconds ago, he’d been ready to tear through every house in the town in order to find the bastard who’d hurt the nicest man Brian had ever met. Now, nuzzling his nose against the soothing touch, he just wanted to hold Brock. But his body still shook with anger, and he didn’t trust himself to stay soft yet. Not the way Brock deserved. So he kept his forearms still, letting Brock take the lead in bringing their mouths together for a kiss that only lingered for a second. When Brock continued, the words caressed his lips like a whisper for nobody else to hear. 

“Neither do I. So we need to put this behind us.” 

“But he-”

“All that matters is that I’m here with you right now, not chasing after him to blow up his ego and make excuses for why other guys are stronger than him.” Brian could tell from the wistful way Brock’s tone shook that he’d been in those shoes far too many times before. “He can’t hurt me anymore. Maybe a year ago, seeing him would have ruined my confidence for days. But you helped me find my self-worth. I love myself too much to let him break me down again. And giving him any more of our time just feels wrong. So we’re not going to go after him; let his last memory of me be standing tall by your side without him. That’ll be worse than any bruise you’d give him, because it won’t ever fade. He’ll know I’m...” 

Brock’s confidence faltered, and Brian’s focus zeroed in on the quiver of the thumb that brushed over his cheek again. Brock was trying to be so strong, to be the support that Brian needed after he lost his cool over the ex. He was so amazing, and it shook Brian how often the beauty of Brock’s personality was hidden to make others feel better. Like Brian, right in this moment. And playing the bull-headed gym idiot others tended to see him as, he’d forgotten something important. 

“He’ll know you’re mine, sweetheart.” Brock’s face dusted with red was always Brian’s favorite image, and he felt a genuine grin catch the side of his lips at the sight. Still, he didn’t feel clear enough with his words. There was no way he was going to let Brock walk out of the locker room without knowing exactly what Brian wanted. Feeling in control of himself, Brian dropped one arm from the locker, his fingers roaming over the curve of Brock’s hip to pull him closer. Their chests met as Brian turned to face him, crowding him between his body and the lockers. “Tonight, he’s gonna go to sleep with the knowledge that I’m the luckiest son of a bitch in this town, because you’re my boyfriend.”

“Really?” The wide eyes and parted lips only lasted until Brian nodded. Then, like the first hint of sunlight over the horizon, Brock’s face bloomed with awe. His cheeks were stilly rosy, rounded and perfect to cradle the cute nose between them. His lips couldn’t hide his teeth from how brightly he smiled, eyes aglow with a warmth that would make fire jealous. Hands that others could find too clammy or pudgy were soft silk holding Brian’s cheek tightly, their foreheads meeting in the middle without words. Brian couldn’t stop himself from kissing Brock once, twice, three times more, his own relief growing with each second Brock didn’t deny the claim. And when he needed to pull away (because lungs didn’t care about romance), he made sure to use the space to answer Brock’s silly question.

“I’ve been head over heels for you since I saw you singing on the treadmill.” 

“Oh my God, Brian. You're the worst.” But the pure joy that came out of Brock’s watery laughter proved he didn’t mean it at all. Brian wanted to feel that giggle on his mouth, but before he could lean in again, a crackle shot through the air.

“Attention, love birds! Tyler and I would like to go home sometime before Christmas, so please stop fucking in the locker room. And clean any sex messes you make!” Mini’s loud cackle after the comment could be heard outside of the loudspeaker, and Brian laughed at the absurdity of their lives. Brock didn’t seem to find the humor in it, groaning before dropping his head onto Brian’s shoulder.

“I take it back; Craig’s the worst.” Despite rubbing Brock’s back to show sympathy, Brian couldn’t wipe the grin off his face if he tried. 

Because he and Brock were together.

No doubt about it.

And look at that; happy ending! I love these two, theyre so fun to write. <3 So I hope you’ve enjoyed this! Don’t forget about our Podcast tonight, come join and hang out, and as always, like, reblog, and let me know what you think! <3

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I WANT TO HELP YOU FIGHT YOUR ARTBLOCK!! Maybe an exhausted character who develops a headache and low fever. They're in denial because of not wanting/being able to miss something impirtant. At first the others are oblivious, but then they all get concerned and don't know what to do. I'm thinking VLD mainly because I'm a sucker for langst hehe. But any fandom is good! Just know that the stuff you reblog and do is an inspiration for me and keeps me motivated to write and sketch! Good luck~☆

Ohh thank you so much! Your message made me really happy, I’m glad to know you like my stuff and take motivation out of it!

I’m not quite sure if I managed to go in the direction you requested, and my writing sure is very rusty, but I hope you like it!

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Lance is almost surprised at himself for how well he’s dealing with this - “well” being a very ambiguous word here.

See, after Shiro’s last lecture about being careful with their health (when just about the whole team had been guilty of downplaying their illness after a strange encounter with an alien toxin), they had all sworn to admit if they weren’t feeling well right away.

But their training with Shiro and Allura really was picking up the pace lately, and the last thing he wants right now is to fall behind.

After his shower yesterday afternoon, after a very intense session with the gladiator, Lance finally realized why he had been feeling off the whole day. His body ached, badly, his limbs heavy and his skin sensitive. He had an headache too, right behind his eyes.

He had the rest of the day off though, so there was no point in worrying everyone right? He was probably just tired.

He goes to bed earlier, despite Hunk’s suspicious glances, and tells himself he’ll sleep it off.

He doesn’t.

Lance doesn’t sleep badly, exactly, but as soon as he tries to get out of bed, a wave of dizziness hits him, and the body aches come back full force.

He stays unmoving for a minute, until the room stops spinning He feels around his neck and forehead with the palm his hand. He’s not super feverish, but he’s definitely warm. Not a good sign.

Nevertheless, he drags his feet all the way to the kitchen for breakfast.

He’s still in his pajamas, and almost slips on the kitchen floor when his fluffy socks slide on the floor.

He manages to grab the back of the chair, ungraciously, and steadies himself, before sitting down. With a sigh, he immediately curls up on himself and lays his head in his arms on top of the table. It’s not the most comfortable thing, but feels so much better than sitting up straight, without all the dizziness that comes with it.

“Bad night, huh?”

It’s Hunk’s voice coming from his left, and sure enough, looking up a little, he can see his breakfast being placed in front of him, and his friend sitting in the chair on his side. “That training exercise yesterday killed me,” Hunk complains lightly, stopping to take a sip of his juice, “I could have slept for ten more hours.”

“Y-Yeah,” Lance chuckles, “same.”

“You’ll feel better after eating something,” Hunk smiles as he pats his shoulder.

Doubt it, Lance thinks, but he attempts a bite anyway. It doesn’t taste like much, but that might be because his nose is clogged up.

Pidge eventually arrives as well, and has her breakfast with them, engaging in conversation with Hunk about some modifications to the Yellow Lion.

The sounds around Lance get mixed and warped, and for a moment he thinks he’s asleep and dreaming. His back shoots up with pain every time he moves, so he tries to stay still.

Shiro and Keith walk in together, after one of their usual sessions at the training room, early in the morning, before breakfast, and seriously, on a usual day Lance wouldn’t understand how they do it, but especially today, Lance just doesn’t get it. The two of them get started on their breakfast, chatting about the gladiator levels.

His headache is a little worse, se he curls up again and lays his head on the table.

“Lance? You okay,,,?” Lance looks up, and Shiro is staring at him intently, spork still in his hand, stopped mid air.

“Hm,” He grunts quietly, “just feeling a little off.”

“Yeah, no,” Hunk’s hand somehow makes its way to his forehead, under his bangs, “you’re sick.”

“Do you think it’s a toxin from one of the planets we were in?” Keith frowns.

“I really hope not,” Shiro considers. After their recent scare, a toxin is the last thing they need.

“Any symptoms out of the usual Earth illnesses?” Hunk asks.

“No, honestly,” Lance answers. “I’m just tired. And my body hurts.”

The four of them exchange worried glances between themselves.

“That sounds like it could be a lot of different things.”

“Either way, he’s probably not up for training today.”

Lance is taken to his room, and ends up with Hunk keeping him company.

“You don’t have to stay,” Lance says, “it’s not like I’m gonna get up and do stuff. I don’t even think I could do that if I wanted to.”

The blankets are tucked in around him, with a couple extra ones on top. It’s comfortable, and at least stops the chills. If he stays really still, his body doesn’t even hurt that much. It’s his head that’s bothering him the most, really, but he can almost close his eyes and sort of ignore it. Almost.

“Nah, man. Just making sure you’re doing okay. We don’t really know what’s going on with you after all. We’re just being careful in case what you have is something worse than the flu.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s really just the flu,” Lance sighs, with his eyes already closed.

“Eh, well… I sure hope so.”

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Accepting these prompts for small drabbles like this for VLD and BNHA!

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Hey everybody ♥ NEW PFP TIME and a little personal update! ♥ June has been a hard and busy month for me, as many of you noticed I had barely even posted or completed new pieces this month. I had difficulties to deal with both in my personal life and my dayjob that consumed most of my energy and the tropical heat waves hitting the area where I live didn't help either. After feeling seriously exhausted both mentally and physically, I decided to take a much needed break from social media in the past week. I have some constant mental issues to deal with - the classic tame your demons situation, which is something that I now feel totally comfortable with talking about so hit me with a DM if you have similar issues and just want to talk to someone btw ♥ sooo recently I noticed that once again I have started to obsess on numbers and external validation once again, which is a very bad thing for my creativity in general, so I kinda had to hit the reset button again. This frustration about numbers and sales and money(which obv I need to survive this reality) caused me to fall into a weird pit of artblock where I actually have a lot of ideas but i just couldn't work on any of them beyond like a few minutes before feeling totally useless or seeing my art as garbage, and no matter how much I wanted to make progress on my book too it had the opposite result and I literally halted my own progress with stressing too much about it… So lessons learned everyone, take it seriously, but not TOOO seriously! BUT with this little break I had the chance to do some research of my own and think about a lot of things regarding my art and my business as an artists, so now I will come back with a brand new posting strategy and hopefully much more frequent content for you all ♥ Thank you for all the support during this little hiatus and I’m so happy to see you all staying with me still ♥ 🔥Special shout out to all my Patrons, who are keeping me going with their AMAZING support and I literally can’t say how much I appreciate you ♥ Thomas, John, Rémi, Finja, Katie and FenzyFox, you are the best!♥ Patreon.com/abigailsins #fantasyillustrator #illustratorsofinstagram #womenoffantasy (at Hungary) https://www.instagram.com/p/CQ8Cer8DH_S/?utm_medium=tumblr

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Turquoise Puddles Under Our Feet [Fever February Day 15: Keep Me Warm]

FEVER FEBRUARY INDEX

Summary: After they manage to run away from one of the most dangerous bounty hunters of their city, Kaede and Shuichi have a small talk about school and their duo as a whole.

Fandom: Of Shells and Spells (original work with Danganronpa cameos) Relationships: Saimatsu (Kaede/Shuichi)

Word Count: 1.8K words

Notes: I never specified the prompts had to be whump, did I? Have a nice, exploration oneshot for the reboot of my magical girl(...ish) series Oh Shells and Spells. I've been in an OSAS mood lately, and that's what's breaking that artblock I put myself in. In case you ask why this is such a mess, OSAS is an original magical girl-ish story based around my own original universe, but with other characters thrown in for maximum potential memery (and fun). I had originally planned for only Makoto and Kyoko, but these two entered Shipping Hell lately. There's also gonna be Magical Dads and some other characters. This is set rather late in the story I'm planning, though. The two aren't supposed to know Annabelle from the get-go of OSAS book I, but oh well, this is mostly a test run more than anything.

AO3 version available here.

In the middle of night-time Hellesimbault, run two teenagers dressed in pinks and blacks. Behind them are ever-growing puddles of turquoise water, gaining space, eating away the paved roadway and dark grey sidewalks. There are waves of chills going down their spines and an urge to flee as soon as possible from the source of these waves.

The dark streets allow for two things: not being directly spotted by the bounty hunter running after them, and not seeing her face as she attempts to annihilate the both of them.

“Come back here, young mages,” an eerily calm voice calls for them, flat tone filled with unspoken rage.

They don’t reply. The witch’s waiting for them to say their position aloud so she can track them through their voices. That’s the last thing they need, so they keep quiet, as quiet as they can be when they’re running and have to breathe as they hurry to a possible shelter.

The blonde girl grabs her friend’s arm and pull them both into a corner, her other hand on his mouth to retain a surprised yell trying to exit his body. They see the with walk past them, violent tides coursing through their entire beings, puddles upon puddles of turquoise water where her feet were. An intense cold run through the street, sparing nothing in its path, her red hair flowing gracefully along the waves she emits.

Once she’s past them, the girl gives a quick look, and invites him to exit their improvised hiding spot. With a swift hand, she removes her butterfly-shaped mask, revealing pink irises.

“Are you alright?” she asks him, a gentle smile on her face.

“I… I’m fine,” he replies with a shaking voice. “It sure was scary.”

A small giggle escapes her lips.

“That’s why she’s called The Witch, isn’t she? She’s one powerful mage… Anyway,” she changes in tone, “why not make our way back to Anna’s? It’s getting late.”

“Yeah, let’s do that.”

The Witch. She’s one of the most powerful bounty hunters of Hellesimbault. She got to know her exact pseudonym through some research: Rei, the second-in-command of the Fragmenta Guild. Rumours say some of its members are teachers in their school, but that never got confirmed. For now, they take the opposite direction, to go back to Annabelle Moinot’s place.

“Kaede?”

“I told you to call me by my alias when we’re on a mission.”

“Sorry,” he blushes as he apologizes, “I thought we weren’t on a mission anymore…”

“How many times did I tell you to stop apologizing for nothing, Shuichi? Well, it’s not that important. What matters is what you wanted to ask me.”

He gets his mask off but lowers the bill of his hat with his other hand. Better stay transformed in case any bounty hunter other than Rei comes their way. Those rascals must know about her trying to find her missing sister by now.

“Don’t you think it’s getting cold in there?”

Shuichi is rubbing his arms together, blushing, white smoke coming out of his mouth.

“It’s because of Rei’s magic. You seem to be freezing, though… You’re sure you’re alright, Shuichi?”

His teeth are slightly cackling now. This isn’t reassuring.

“Maybe not sure per say, I’m just cold. I guess I’m more sensible to temperature shifts than you, Kaede.”

The music prodigy’s face softens, looking a bit away, then back at him.

“That’s true, Fire elementals are always feeling temperature more easily… Isn’t it Mr Parillot who keeps being cold because he’s a Fire elemental too?”

He nods in agreement. “That’s probably why I’m feeling hotter than you all of a sudden…”

“Excuse me?”

A heavy silence settles between them. Shuichi feels both cold and hot sweats running down his temples and back. An even huger blush installs itself onto his face. He tries to hide even more of his face with his hat, eyes looking away.

“We’re out of the zone Rei has frozen,” Kaede says in a slightly snappier tone, “but it’s still the cold of the night.”

She puffs, crosses her arms, and attempts catching his glaze.

“Shuichi, you’re sick and trying to hide it again, aren’t you!”

The boy flusters even more, and his hat eventually falls down. She catches it with her hand. His entire face is both blushing and flushed.

“I told you before, you shouldn’t go out with me if you’re sick… I’m saying this for you! I don’t want you to get killed because of me!”

“N-no! I’m always here on my own wish, Kaede… I didn’t feel bad enough not to come. It’s just a tiny fever, those happen sometimes…”

Kaede squints her eyes.

“Yeah, sure. For now, let’s go back to Anna so you can have a nice blanket to roll around in. I’m sure Mr Moinot is worried sick for us right now!”

“You’re right, let’s go home before you get sick too.”

She deadpans but smiles afterwards.

“That’s so nice of you to think about.”

On the way to their “headquarters” (Kaede likes the ring of that, it gives it that extra special touch she strives for), they talk about school again. Being a tenth year, a high school freshman feels like being both old and young, in a way. They talk about Mr Parillot again, remembering his weird shenanigans, his movies and his tendency to insert English in every sentence he spews out.

His shivering doesn’t seem to stop. That worries her, because he shouldn’t feel so cold, even if she herself feels some chills from the night temperatures. She has to find a way to make him feel better before they reach the Moinot house.

Kaede casts her battle outfit away, to his surprise.

“The way is clear, so I thought it would be nice to change back to my regular clothes.”

“You’re probably right, but...”

“I know what you’re going to say,” she interrupts him with a smile. “You can remain in your battle gear, Shuichi, if it makes you feel a bit warmer. I wanted to switch back because I have something which could be of some use…”

She feels the weight of her backpack again, which she opens to get a blanket out of.

“I brought this with me in case we stayed very late in the streets and had to find a place where to rest for a bit. It may be a bit too small for that, on second thought, but I’m sure it’ll be useful for you!”

“That’s not necessary, Kaede… You should use it for yourself…”

She wraps the blanket around him, and despite a face of refusal, he clutches it around him and sniffles noisily.

“You always think of me, Kaede… Sorry for being such a burden, you shouldn’t have to always get something for me…”

“Pssh, nonsense. We’re best friends, that’s what best friends are for, right?”

“S-sure, but I can’t ever give you something in return, and you’re usually the one good in battle too… You’d probably be better off with someone better than me, like Rantaro or Kévin…”

Kaede pouts again, barely noticing the fact he clutches his heart with his right hand and the blanket with his left.

“Shuichi! If I wanted to go on such crazy misadventures with them, I would have asked them! Stop putting yourself down like that! I’m sure you would be more powerful if you trusted yourself more.”

He slightly looks at her.

“Thanks for putting up with me…”

She beams him a warm smile.

“You should give yourself more credit, Shuichi. You’ve always been such a help for me, because you notice things better than I could ever do. I would be lost without you, trying to find my sis! The underground world is scary, and if you weren’t by my side, Rei would terrify me beyond my mind… So I think you should stop seeing yourself as a hassle, and more as my partner in not-crime!”

He nods timidly, the tiniest smile on his lips.

They proceed to their HQ.

#sickfic #fever february #saimatsu #saiede #ndrv3 #drv3 #danganronpa #kaede akamatsu #shuichi saihara #otp: clair de lune