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chvoswxtch · 1 year

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hello! I hope ur having a good day! I have a request if you’re up to it! we’ve always had Professor matt so to spice things up can we have a college!matt x professor!reader? he’s actively trying to gain the pretty professor’s attention and she’s slowly falling for it. you can make it fluffy or spicy or smutty. its all up to you!

hi nonnie!

I hope you're having a good day as well! I genuinely loved this idea bc we all know matty is a flirt but I feel like college!matty is a HUGE flirt and would totally go after the pretty professor. and honestly, she would eat that shit up, let's be real. but who wouldn't???

thank you so much for the request! ❤️

warning: contains mentions of sexual content (minors please dni), swearing word count: 3k

office hours.

When Matt was reminded by his advisor that he needed to take a literature course to satisfy his degree plan, his eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head. He had been continuously putting it off, but with one final semester left of undergrad, he couldn’t graduate without it. It wasn’t that Matt didn’t enjoy reading, he simply just wasn’t interested in taking anything that didn’t have to do with his program. He’d read enough “classic literature” and written enough analysis essays in high school, and he wasn’t looking forward to going through that agonizing process again. Reluctantly, he signed up for the last course available.

Taking a seat in the very back of the small classroom, Matt set up his laptop and plugged an earbud into his ear, prepared to appear engaged while he got started on a project for another class. All around him seats filled up with other students, but it wasn’t until he caught the sweet scent of pink grapefruit and blue wisteria that his fingers stilled over his keyboard. He turned his head slightly to the side towards the wall as the scent rushed down the hall, accompanied by a racing heartbeat. Matt’s head snapped towards the front when you walked through the classroom door slightly out of breath, heat in your cheeks from the run, and also a twinge of embarrassment.

“Probably not the best first impression to be late on the first day of class, but in my defense, I’m still learning how to navigate New York. I can’t promise I won’t be late again, so we won’t be counting tardies in this class, to a reasonable limit.”

An anxious giggle left your lips, and luckily everyone seemed to find the humor in your admission. Matt’s lips parted slightly at the sound, and he quickly ripped the earbud out of his ear as you introduced yourself.

“Hi everyone. My name is Y/N Y/L/N, please call me Y/N. This is my first year teaching, and you guys are my second class, so we’re figuring this all out together.”

Another timid giggle left your lips, and Matt clenched his fist tightly as the sound settled in his ears.

“I don’t expect perfection, I just want you guys to do your best. We aren’t reading things some arrogant ‘expert’ decided was a classic, or writing mind numbing papers identifying every literary device to prove you know what they are. I want to show you works that move you and make you think…make you feel. And I want to know what they make you think, and how they make you feel. The only way to fail this class is to not try.”

God your voice. It was as sweet as your perfume and had a velvet cadence that stuck to Matt’s ears like honey. He wanted to listen to you talk for hours, about anything. Your heart continued to beat wildly in your chest throughout the duration of class, and you fiddled with the rings on your fingers as you paced slowly around. You were incredibly nervous. Matt could feel it in the tremble of your fingers, hear it in the slight shake of your voice, and feel it in the rush of blood that never left your cheeks. He found it endearing that you were so anxious, and could hear how passionate you were in the way you spoke. Everything about you drew him in, and before he could stop himself, he was marching up to your desk once everyone filed out of the room to introduce himself.

“Excuse me? Hi, my name is-”

“Matthew Murdock, right?”

Matt abruptly paused, and he swallowed the sound that threatened to come out of his mouth at the way you said his name.

“J-just Matt, uh…yeah.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Matt. I’m Y/N.”

Your hand was so soft and small clasped in his own, and he could faintly smell the scent of blackberry from a lotion you’d smoothed over your body the previous evening.

“It’s nice to meet you as well.”

“You have perfect timing, I was actually just about to come to you.”

Matt’s ears perked up at that, and he stood up a little straighter, already missing your touch as you slowly let go of his hand.

“You were?”

“Yeah, this is for you.”

You lightly wrapped your fingers around his wrist, carefully guiding his hand to a folder that you had outstretched in your hand. Matt cocked his head to the side slightly as he let his fingers glide over the folder, pausing as they ran over a braille label that had his name on it. Taking the folder into his hands, he opened it to find stacks of paper in braille on the inside.

“It’s the syllabus, a list of the works we’re studying, and the first section of notes we’re going to go over. I wasn’t sure if you were able to access the digital copies. I’m still trying to figure out how the portal works, honestly.”

There was a timid smile that stretched across your mouth, and Matt could hear a slight bit of nerves in your confession. For a moment he was stunned silent by the kind gesture, swallowing thickly as he closed the folder and offered you a small smile in return.

“I-uh…yeah, I was able to. But um…I-thank you. For this, I uh…I appreciate it.”

“Of course. I like to have tangible copies of things, myself. Helps keep me organized. Or, at least I think it does. Maybe it’s a sensory thing and I’m just tricking myself into thinking it’s making me more productive.”

Matt couldn’t help but chuckle as you giggled softly, nodding his head in agreement.

“I can understand that.”

“Well if there’s ever anything you need, any help or accommodations at all, please don’t hesitate to tell me. All my information is on the syllabus, and I practically live here since I never go home, so my office is always open.”

“Good to know.”

From that day forward, Matt sat in the front row for every single class. He blitzed through every single text on the syllabus, always prepared to participate in the discussions, and approached every assignment early. He wanted so badly to impress you, and his chest swelled with pride every time you complimented one of his thoughts or ideas, or stayed behind after class to offer your positive verbal feedback on one of his assignments.

Matt knew he wasn’t the only one that wanted the pretty, young professor’s attention. He could hear the way the other students in class talked about you, which caused a tide of possessiveness to rise in his chest. Matt could also feel your affect on them as you smiled in their direction, or offered a compliment to one of their remarks, and it made jealousy simmer in his bloodstream. He was determined to be your favorite.

He found himself constantly stopping by your office hours to feign needing help or a second opinion on his approach to a paper, mainly as an excuse to talk to you alone, but also to scratch that itch of praise when you confirmed he was on the right track. Matt knew he was smart, and he knew he wrote incredible papers, but he liked hearing that come from you.

He loved when you complimented his intelligence. Was it wrong to fake being unsure just to hear you say, “That’s exactly right, Matt” or “I hadn’t even thought of it that way, but I love that idea”? Probably. But it didn’t feel wrong. It felt good.

Matt had to be careful playing dumb. You both knew he was smart, so he had to switch his tactics up. He found himself asking for other recommendations for reading material from you, wanting to know what your favorite works were, going out to buy them and consume them just to get a glimpse into your head, and then listen to the passion in your voice as you explained why they meant so much to you. He liked that you asked him questions too, questions he didn’t hear you ask any of the others when they stopped by. You asked him about how his other classes were going, how his day had been, about himself and his friends, and he could tell you genuinely cared about the answers. Every second he spent with you, he felt the crush he had on you getting stronger and stronger. He knew the way he felt about you was wrong. You were his professor, and he shouldn’t be having the thoughts about you that he did.

He shouldn’t feel like his heart was going to beat out of his chest every time you smiled in his direction and showered his mind in praise. He shouldn’t feel the spark of something more when you let him hold your arm as you guided him towards your office, reveling in the feeling of your soft skin beneath his fingertips. He shouldn’t stroke his cock to the sound of your voice from a recorded lecture, waiting to let himself come until it got to the part of the recording where you said his name so sweetly. He shouldn’t be waking up with a wet patch on his sweats after yet another wet dream about fucking you over your desk. All of this was wrong, and the good Catholic boy in him knew that.

But he couldn’t find it in himself to care.

Because every time he started to feel guilty about what he was doing, he reminded himself of the way your body reacted to him.

Matt was careful with his flirting, crafting his sentences in a way that could be played off as casual conversation or banter, but riddled with undertones that could only be understood by the person given the cipher. The blood that rushed into your cheeks when Matt complimented you back or said something teasing that made you giggle only fueled his confidence to get bolder and bolder as the weeks went by.

He heard the uptick in your heart rate when he mentioned how soothing he found your voice, and the way it pounded beneath your ribs when he “accidentally” brushed his hand over your exposed thigh to reach for his backpack. He felt the warmth that pooled in your cheeks when he stopped by with your favorite coffee, and when he confessed that you were one of the best professor’s he’d ever had; definitely “his favorite”, he had said. He should’ve felt bad that he could possibly ruin a career that you were clearly very passionate about, but the selfish part of his brain was screaming that you felt it too.

With spring break approaching soon, and the thought of going a whole week without being around you, Matt devised a plan to finally make you his.

The building was empty considering most professors and students had left the previous day to get a head start on vacation plans, but Matt smiled to himself hearing your familiar heartbeat coming from your office. You had made class today optional, in case anyone was traveling or needed the break, and Matt had hoped that he would’ve been the only one to show up. To his disappointment, about half the class was there, but he knew he would get you alone soon enough. Matt waited until your office hours were just about to end, in case any other student had some last minute question, and when he was certain that it was just the two of you alone, he raised his knuckles to knock softly on the worn wood of your open door.

A quiet gasp left your lips, clearly surprised by the company, and Matt had to stop the cocky smirk that threatened to take over his mouth at the way your heart started to beat faster noticing his presence.

“Matt, hey.”

“Hey. I didn’t miss your office hours, did I?”

“Uh…nope. You have exactly a minute.”

Matt’s mouth split into a wide toothy grin at the playful tone in your voice, chuckling as he followed the familiar path from the door to the chair that was directly in front of your desk.

“Well, I’ll make this quick then. I know you have very important spring break plans to get to.”

“Oh yeah. Super important. I mean, my takeout isn’t gonna order itself.”

Matt dropped his backpack on the right side of the chair, folding up his cane as he sank back into the plush cushion and tossed it down by his feet. He pulled off his glasses and set them on your desk, a habit he had gotten into since you’d let it slip that you preferred it when he didn’t wear them.

I feel like you hide behind those, sometimes. It’s nice to get to see all of you, Matt.

His tongue darted out to quickly wet his lips as he fixed his gaze in your direction, a timid smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.

“I actually need to ask a favor of you.”

“Of course, Matt. Whatever you need. What can I do?”

Matt gripped onto his own thigh to steady himself, your immediate response and sweet voice hitting his cock before they even reached his ears. His lips parted slightly when you sat up a little straighter in your chair, leaning in closer over your desk with a warm smile on your lips.

“I need a letter of recommendation for the law program.”

“And you’re asking me?”

Matt couldn’t help but laugh at the surprised tone of your voice, shaking his head slowly as he leaned in closer to your desk and rested his elbows on the surface.

“I already have a few from my other professors, but my advisor mentioned having one from a professor outside of my main area of study would make me seem more…well rounded.”

Matt should’ve felt horrible about lying. He didn’t actually need a letter of recommendation from you. He’d applied to the law program months ago, and had already gotten in, but he would confess that later.

“Mm, so I’m next in line to make you look good?”

“Well, you are my favorite, and you have a way of making everything sound beautiful. If I’d taken your class a long time ago like I was supposed to, I probably would’ve asked you first before anyone else.”

Matt didn’t miss the sharp intake of breath you took, or the way your face instantly became a few degrees warmer.

“You wouldn’t have been able to take my class earlier, Matt. This is my first year, remember? You would’ve been stuck with someone else.”

“I guess I forget sometimes because you’re so good at this. But, that’s true. I don’t think I would’ve liked who I got stuck with as much as I like you. I’m glad I waited for you.”

Matt did his best to stay calm as he heard you swallow thickly, your breathing becoming a little more shallow as your heart rate drummed loudly in his ears.

“That’s…really nice of you to say, Matt-”

“I mean it.”

A blanket of tension suddenly surrounded the two of you, and his lips parted slightly as he caught a faint shudder course through you. Your fingers clutched the hem of your dress where it settled high on your thighs, digging your nails lightly into your palms through the fabric. Matt was waiting for your body to give him a signal, indisputable proof that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you, before he crossed that line the two of you had been dancing around.

“Um…when do you need it by?”

“The earlier the better, I’m a little behind. But, take your time. I’d like this to be as…real and honest as possible.”

“I…um…I can have it ready for you by the time we come back from spring break.”

“That’s perfect, thank you. I really appreciate you doing this for me. I appreciate everything that you do for me, truly.”

“O-of course. It’s my job, Matt.”

Matt’s voice dropped an octave lower as he cocked his head to the side slightly, running his tongue along his bottom lip before the corner of his mouth curled upwards into a devilish smirk.

“No. I think it’s more than that.”

Bingo.

The second he felt you press your thighs together under the desk and the enticing scent of your arousal hit his nose, Matt knew he had you. He rose from the chair steadily, gliding around the side of your desk slowly like a predator circling in on its prey, grabbing onto the sides of your chair as he bent over so that your faces were merely an inch apart.

“I think you know that too, sweetheart.”

“Matt-”

“I think if I put my hand between these pretty thighs, you’d be just as wet for me as I am hard for you.”

A shocked gasp flew past your lips as you sank back further into your chair, fighting the urge to spread your thighs to let Matt test his own theory, and averting your gaze from the prominent bulge in his jeans.

“We can’t-”

Matt lightly grasped your chin in his hand as he forced you to look at him. He delicately traced his thumb along your bottom lip, leaning in ever so slightly to bump his nose against yours as he inhaled your scent deeply.

“You’ve done so much for me. Been so good to me, sweetheart. Shown me so much kindness. I’d like to repay that kindness, and show you how much I appreciate you. You gonna let me do that?”

A soft whine of desperation sounded in your throat, and a huge grin split across Matt’s mouth as you leaned further into his touch. He had you exactly where he wanted you.

“Yes you are. Because you’re my girl. My good girl.”

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dxmoness · 1 year

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"I don't love you."

fourth or fifth of the Dion series!! Yes, I'm finally doing this TT

warning: mentions of murder

This statement stunned all the people in the room.

Dion proposing the idea of marriage between him and a mere pet towards the family! This made Roxana laugh. "Why should we trust you, Dion? You've always loathed the idea of marriage and yet here you are." Hiding a smile behind her hand, she looked towards the other two for their opinions on this.

Their father seemed to be lost in his thoughts on the matter whilst Fontaine just stared unamused. "You marry her? I don't find comfort in such an idea, brother." The word brother seemed to irritate the already annoyed male as his optics stared daggers at his older sibling.

"I see no problem with what I have asked." The second oldest said calmly, unbothered by his siblings' clear disagreement towards the matter. "It will benefit the family's growth. Not only that, but being married to her will spark up my chances as head which is why you all do not find that amusing." That seemed like a direct hit to his siblings who seemed startled by such a statement.

"You're presuming..!" "Shush." Lant interfered with much annoyance. "As Dion said, there is no problem with such a request. This will bring more most likely successful roles into the family." Tapping his chin, he went on. "I will have to think about it. For now this matter will be adjourned. See to it that the pet gets back to her cage." That was voluntary, and all of them seemed to want a word the girl.

Although Fontaine and Roxana seemed determined to get the girl, Dion got to her first. "As you wish." He said, taking the hand of the girl who had barely made a sound during the whole ordeal.

Walking out the corridor, he pushed her against the wall hard. Her back ached painfully as a hand forcefully lifted her chin to face him. "If you get the faintest idea that I care for you, you are gravely mistaken. I saved you only to my own benefit. If we get married you will not find a happy ending for I do not love you. In fact, one could say I loathe you to a point." The harsh tone in his voice mixed with the tight painful grip he had on her made tears swell, nodding meekly at the statement she tried pulling her wrist away from him only to be tugged tighter. "One more thing, once we're married and we need to have children if that ever happens. If the first child is a failure, you'll watch them die by my hand."

Without so much as a warning he dragged her to her so-called 'cage', tossing her in. "I will see you soon, dear wife." The door slammed as she sat up to see only darkness in the room. The swelled up tears streamed down her face as sobs ringed in the air. Clutching her chest, she wished that she was never born to parents that barely cared for her well-being, maybe if she hadn't she would've had a better life than this. Damned to marry and produce offspring for a male who did not care or love her in any way.

Her head was spinning as her vision slowly became unfocused. The last thing she heard was the door opening slowly as she fell into the dark oblivion of unconsciousness.

A soothing sound of laughter made her focus once more. This place.. Hadn't she seen it before? She eased herself upward as she padded her way to a giant structure. Home... Running through the deserted halls she screamed for her parents... brother... anyone at all. She found nothing. Only an empty home that once belonged to her treasured ones. Was this what happened now?

Suddenly footsteps were heard. Marching.. A scream of a woman was in earshot, begging to be heard. Mother..? Rushing once more she found a traumatizing sight. A male laughing at the sight of her mother's dead corpse on the ground. That male then turned towards her. Looking directly at her, he laughed maniacally. "See what your mother has become? If it wasn't for me you'd be like this, so you could at least be grateful." The male drew off his hood. Dion. Those taunting crimson eyes blazed with much satisfaction towards her crying.

A scream escaped her lips as she shot up from the cold hard floor she had been sleeping on. There stood Roxana Agriche watching her. Had she been watching her sleep? Locking eyes with one another, Roxana crouched down. "Are you alright?" Her eyes were glowing with what Name took for worry.

"I'm fine." She was surprised at the sound of her own voice, perhaps because she couldn't speak a word during the dream she had just had. "What are you..?" "Doesn't matter. Come along." Roxana said, gesturing her to follow.

Moving through the hallways with the lady, they made it to a room where Roxana asked her to make herself comfortable. Clearly confused on what was going on, Roxana spoke up. "I've asked father to make you my lady in waiting. I thought that would be better than becoming a wife to my irritating brother." Name clearly wasn't listening properly. At least she hoped. Roxana Agriche made her a lady in waiting and Lant Agriche had agreed without a problem?

"How-" "Let's just say I've earned a lot of father's favour." Roxana gave a small smile. "Please try to impress me as much." There was a reason she found interest in this girl.

Name was no ordinary being, it seemed there was more to her than anyone had thought. A power stirred inside of her. If Dion got his hands on the girl it would mean their offspring would be quite strong and a perfect weapon to be used on the Pedalians, which was not good for her plan.

Her lips quivered with nervousness as she answered, bowing respectfully. "I will try my best to ensure that you don't regret it, my lady."

#manhwa #self insert #manhwa x reader #dion agriche #dion agrece #dion x reader #the way to protect the female lead's older brother #twtptflob #roxana #roxana agriche #roxana agrece #fontaine #lant agriche #❀ – 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔥𝔴𝔞 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

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harrisonarchive · 1 year

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Sara and Bob Dylan, and George and Olivia at Paul and Linda McCartney's Venus and Mars party in Long Beach, California, on March 24, 1975; photo by Harry Benson.

“Apart from his many other great gifts, George always had the ability to make everybody feel at ease and was happy to share whatever he had with his friends, including his enthusiasms. We all had lunch [at Friar Park] and it was very jolly. George explained to Bob [Dylan] about the film I was doing and continued to be very encouraging. Then he said in his gentle voice, ‘Well, everybody, you know what the best thing after a nice lunch is?’ We were wondering what it could be — a cigar, a cup of coffee, a country walk? — and George said, ‘A George Formby film. Do you know of him, Bob?’ Bob said, ‘I don’t think I do know him. No. Is he kind of like one of the blues people from Memphis that Jools is filming?’, and George said, ‘No. He was from Wigan and was one of the first British pop stars.’ […] He drew the curtains on this wintry afternoon, and we all sat back ready to watch as George selected his favorites from the numerous videotapes in a large box marked ‘Formby.’ I’d had no idea George Formby had made so many films. Bob seemed a bit confused and bewildered by George Formby. At one point, after the sixth or seventh selection, he got closer to the large television and squinted, stared at one of the performances, shook his head and said, ‘Wow, we really never had anything like this in America.’ Sensing enthusiasm, George explained that he often played these songs of an evening with his great friend Joe Brown and he’d let Bob know the next time. [...] George, Olivia and I then wandered out to Bob’s van [...]. [Bob] then thanked George and they gave each other a big hug. Then, just as the van was leaving, the wheels started spinning and George said, ‘Oh, I think he’s going to come back in. Good, I’ll show him some more George Formby.’ But the wheels seemed to catch a bit of purchase and Bob sped back to London. George went to see him play that night at the Royal Albert Hall and gave him a videocassette of George Formby to enjoy on his tour bus.” - Jools Holland, Barefaced Lies and Boogie-woogie Boasts (2007) (x)

#George Harrison #Bob Dylan #Olivia Harrison #Sara Dylan #Jools Holland #quote #quotes about George #George Formby #Harrison ukulele #:)#fits queue like a glove

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ikeromantic · 1 year

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The Old Switcheroo, Spicy End

Arthur and MC (Haruko) are cursed and end up in each other's bodies. Part 3 of 3. Approx words. 2700 Smut and Spice. TW for gender dysphoric descriptions.

The Old Switcheroo pt 1

The Old Switcheroo pt 2

Haruko got back to the mansion much sooner than Arthur would have. She’d left right after the chess game. Arthur’s team trounced Theo’s, and everyone was celebrating but she really just wanted to be home. To find Arthur and tell him . . . not that she was sorry, not exactly. Rather, that she trusted him. Haruko could admit when she was wrong.

Despite his late night hobbies, Arthur loved her and remained true. She wanted him to know that she knew that. She still wished he would spend more time with her rather than out but she understood now.

When Haruko arrived home, Sebas greeted her in surprise. “Arthur! I didn’t expect you to make it back for dinner. Did something happen?”

“No, no. Not at all. And don’t worry about dinner. I came home to - to write! Yes! I have lots of writing. Maybe you can send Haruko up with a sandwich later.”

Sebastian nodded, but his eyes were still narrow with suspicion. “Alright. I don’t know if Haruko will be up to bringing you anything though. She came back from the market completely frazzled. Dropped off the groceries and went straight to the baths.”

“The market? You sent him - ah, I mean her to the market?” Haruko felt a little spike of guilt. What if he’d met Jack and got the wrong idea?

“Yes? She goes nearly every day.” He looked even more suspicious now. “She brought back some lovely chocolate creme rolls, if you -”

“Thanks, Sebastian. I- I’ve got to go.” Haruko hurried past. She could just imagine Arthur sulking in the hot water, angry and hurt and probably thinking all the wrong things.

She hurried to the baths. When she got to them, she took a deep breath and then threw open the door and marched in, explanations ready to go. Arthur was in the bath - well, in her body, anyhow. Just seeing her bare shoulders above the waterline stirred that unfamiliar hunger in Arthur’s body. Haruko thought it felt a bit like an ache or a burn. Something in need of soothing. The feeling drew her forward even as she tried to ignore it.

“Jack is just a friend!” She blurted the words clumsily, with no prelude or even a greeting.

Arthur’s eyes opened wide in surprise. Haruko had to admit that her face looked pretty cute when she did that. Then he smirked and that expression, even on Haruko’s lips, was all his. “Is that so, luv?”

“Yes. I- I know I should have said something but, but hey! You didn’t tell me you were friends with a - a working woman either so . . .”

“Genevieve and her girls just need a hand sometimes,” he said, his voice going high and squeaky. Haruko wondered if that was how she normally sounded to him. “And it’s not like they make me special treats, hm?”

Haruko frowned. “They don’t, hm? Not even Serafine?”

“Not - what? No! I mean, she offered. But the only woman I ever want is you.” Arthur let out a sigh, the narrow shoulders of Haruko’s body drooped. “I love you. More than anything. And if I’m honest, meeting Jack today terrified me. I don’t want you to ever feel like some other man gives you something - offers you something - that I don’t. So . . . I guess I’m saying, luv, that I understand. And I’m sorry.”

All the angry words Haruko had ready to launch evaporated like mist in the morning sun. What could she say to that? She loved him too. “I . . . yeah, you’re right. I feel like that when I see some beautiful woman flirting with you. I know I don’t look like them and I wonder if - if that's what you’d rather have.”

“I never want anyone but you.” He smiled up at her and then laughed. “Feels damn strange saying that with your mouth, looking at myself. But it’s true.”

“Yeah. It’s pretty weird to watch myself talking to me. But . . . I know what you mean. There’s no pastry that could lure me away from you. Or anything else.”

Haruko’s face took on a decidedly un-Haruko-like expression. One with more wicked mischief than she had, at the very least. “Why don’t you lean down here and give us a kiss, luv? Tell me with a touch how much you still love me.”

“Arthur!” Haruko felt her face - well, his face really, flush with heat. They’d kissed plenty of times, and more, but it still made her feel so shy when he just said things like that straight out.

“Is that a no?” Arthur pouted, making a moue of Haruko’s lips.

“Of course not,” she laughed self-consciously, and bent down, leaning over the water.

Arthur reached up and grasped her shoulders. It was funny to notice how small her body was, how her little hands felt when she reached up and held onto Arthur’s shoulders. Then he pushed off the bath wall with his legs and pulled Haruko into the bath with him, still fully dressed.

Haruko hit the water before she could react and came up spluttering. “You! Why? Arthur!”

Laughing, he kissed her. She expected for a moment to sink into his arms, but in Arthur’s body and him with her smaller frame, it just didn’t work. After a moment of awkward shifting around, they settled into a new embrace, laughing at their clumsiness.

“Never realized how good it feels to be held like this,” Arthur said between kisses.

“Mmm. It is nice.” Haruko squeezed him tightly. She ran her hands down Arthur’s back. “You feel good too.”

Arthur made a little sound, something between a sigh and a moan. “Is - is this what you feel when I hold you? My whole body is - it’s just . . . like tension all through me - but good.”

Haruko would have blushed if her cheeks weren’t already red from the heat of the bath water and the kiss. “Yeah.” She was feeling some things as well. The softness of her breasts crushed tight against Arthur’s chest, the warmth of her body sliding against Arthur’s solid frame . . . it left a tightness in her low belly. A hunger that ebbed and flowed with the beat of Haruko’s human heart.

“Yeah?” Arthur asked, his tone teasing.

She understood why he sounded so gleeful a moment later as Arthur wrapped his legs around her hips. For a moment, her mind went completely blank. A flash of desire hit her so strongly that she could not think, couldn’t even breathe. She ached to be closer, to meet skin to skin. Arthur’s body was strung tight with need, almost shaking from it.

Arthur kissed Haruko, crushing his mouth against Arthur’s wider lips. He pushed her lips apart, tongue pressing insistently, desperately.

Haruko answered his desire with her own. She kissed him with his own lips, and taunted him with his own playful tongue.

Arthur slid a hand through her hair, tugging lightly at the back.

This was something Haruko did to him and it felt amazing. A slight tinge of pain that made everything else happening in Arthur’s body, all the hungry tension, the pleasure of the kiss, the physical need to be closer, the drum of his heart - all of it felt suddenly sharper, more intense. She’d thought she understood what it was to want someone. To crave their touch and the feel of their skin on yours, but this was something else.

“D-does it always feel like this . . . for you . . . too” she murmured in the breath between kisses.

Arthur laughed, a soft breathy sound that tickled the tiny hairs on Haruko’s cheek. “Depends, luv. If you feel like you might burst your trouser seams and your heart is so full it hurts, then yes.” He slipped one of Haruko’s hands down Arthur’s chest, opening buttons and pushing aside wet fabric.

Haruko shivered, feeling Arthur’s body react to this new intimacy. The feel of her soft hand on Arthur’s chest, fingernails tracing a fine line from his sternum and down. Down to the plane of her low belly.

“Should we go lower still, luv?” He grinned, and Haruko could not help notice how pretty her own smile was through Arthur’s eyes.

“That- that isn’t how this usually goes,” she said, hearing the rising pitch of Arthur’s voice as she spoke. “You usually tease me.”

“So . . . tease.” His smile was a challenge and an invitation.

Hesitantly, she leaned forward to kiss along the pulse she could hear and feel beneath Haruko’s soft skin. Her lips caressed the line of Haruko’s neck and down her shoulder.

Arthur arched under her touch, gasping in a way that only made Haruko want to hear more.

She lifted him out of the water just enough to reach her breasts. She’d seen them her whole life and never appreciated them as she did now. To Haruko in her own body, they were . . . ok. Not perfectly matched, with one a little bigger than the other, and always seeming a little too big or a little too small depending on the occasion and the dress. But tonight, they looked divine beneath Arthur’s loving gaze.

Haruko tentatively flicked a tongue over one hardened nipple.

The sound Arthur made was somewhere between the word ‘yes’ and ‘please’.

She could not help but obey both his gasped entreaty and her body’s desire. Haruko’s mouth closed around the nipple, lathing it with her tongue, letting Arthur’s fangs scrape against the skin. The urge to bite down was almost undeniable. Like holding a candy between your lips without letting yourself taste it. It made every small motion, every bit of what she could touch feel more.

“G-go on. You can.” Arthur’s breathless permission made her pause, remembering the feel of it when he drank from her. The ecstasy of the vampiric bite. She wondered if Arthur ever felt what it was like to be bitten.

Just thinking about drinking from Haruko made Arthur’s body shake with need. But she didn’t want to give in yet. Instead, she switched her attention to the other breast, giving it the same sweet attention as the first. Desire ached through her, a thirst for blood and a physical need to be even closer, to touch. Her hand slid along the inner length of Haruko’s thigh, lightly squeezing.

Her fingertips sought the heat between Haruko’s legs, warmed from the hot bath and slick with desire. Haruko was surprised at the feel of her own skin, the silk-soft delicacy of it. She moved slowly, exploring herself through Arthur’s hands.

Arthur pressed into the touch, eager and desperate. “Oh . . . oh god . . . you . . . that feels . . .” His vocabulary shrunk down to a wordless moan as her thumb brushed the hardened pearl of her arousal.

Haruko knew exactly what touch she enjoyed. Her fingers played a rhythm in time with her racing heart, teasing moans from Arthur’s lips that only built the fire of need in her. She felt dizzy with it, fevered. She buried her face in Arthur’s chest, kissing and nipping with a desperation she did not know she could feel.

He undid the belt buckle and the trouser buttons so deftly that Haruko barely noticed them billow out from her legs. But she did feel the sudden caress of the hot water on Arthur’s hardened member. It jutted from between his legs, angling for the space that her hand currently occupied.

Arthur wrapped his fingers around it, and Haruko thought for a moment she had died. Her breath stopped. Her heart lurched in her chest. The solid frame of Arthur’s body trembled and she felt shaken within it. This . . . was what Arthur felt when she touched him? The thought was distant, faint, as her mind and body drummed with one desire.

Haruko’s fingers plunged into the satin heat of herself. Her thoughts were all one cry of need. A cry Arthur echoed in the bath chamber as Haruko’s body arched into the touch, pushing her fingers deeper. Arthur’s cock throbbed with the need to be there, promising a pleasure far greater than her hand could accomplish.

Never in her life had she wanted something so much as she wanted him now. Thoughts of teasing burnt away. Haruko shifted her hands, her grip moving to Arthur’s thighs. And then slowly, so slowly it almost hurt, she pushed into him. She felt every millimeter of silken fire embrace her. Flesh met flesh, fitted perfectly together, and it felt like heaven. Like home. Like her body was singing. Her nerves blazed with the sensation. This was what Arthur felt every time they made love. That thought was lost in the ecstasy of the moment.

Arthur was undone in her arms. His breath came in gasping, whimpering moans. His hands rested on her shoulders, hips rolling forward to press deeper, faster.

Haruko knew how much sweeter the release would be if she could draw it out. Her hips moved with slow deliberation, though she too ached for climax. Every stroke felt so good it almost hurt to slide slowly out of that satin grip but the return was glorious. She cried out in Arthur’s deeper voice, unable to form words for what she felt.

They moved together with hedonistic abandon, breath mixing with their hungry kisses.

A tremor ran through Haruko’s body as Arthur brushed the edge of climax. He gasped in surprise at the intensity of the sensation before he was taken by it fully. The sound of his voice rose as Haruko filled him, plunging as deeply as she could go. Arthur arched back, whole body rigid, and then collapsed against her as he felt for the first time what it was to come as a woman. He could barely catch a breath as Haruko’s body quaked in the throes of pleasure.

The feel of him brought Haruko to the brink as well. Arthur’s body was just as tense, straining as if holding back with all she had, while reaching . . . reaching . . . Her mouth kept returning to the delicate, sensitive skin of Arthur’s neck. Her own skin, that tasted sweet as nectar to Arthur’s tongue. She kissed down to the rising slope of her breast and then, instinct and desire her guide, bit lightly down.

Haruko was shocked at how it felt to drink. To feel the scarlet trickle across her tongue. Hot and coppery, a tang of salt and sweetness. The pleasure of biting was only a little different than being bitten. Arthur’s body thrummed with bliss. She couldn’t hold him back any longer.

She felt it in her low belly first, an unbelievable tightness, followed by a flood, a release as sudden and intense as a breaking dam. A tsunami in a storm. A feeling beyond expression that took her and shook her like a ragdoll, body and soul. A line of white-hot pleasured heat that connected her to Arthur, drawing out of her even as she drank him in. A circuit of pure bliss that left her empty and full all at once. And then it was gone, leaving her weak and thin and thready.

Her legs felt like jello and her heart beat like a mad drummer. “I love you,” she said, her voice hoarse and low. Arthur spoke it at the same moment in Haruko’s soft, breathy tone.

Haruko shut her eyes, overcome with sensation and emotion and exhaustion. There was a feeling behind her eyelids of motion. Like drifting in a current, being tugged along gently forward. When she opened them again, it was to see Arthur’s blue eyes watching her. His lips curved in a sated smile. She reached up to touch her face. Her own face. Her mouth and nose and eyes. Her hair, that fell now against her sweat-damp neck.

“That was amazing, luv,” Arthur spoke so softly she almost couldn’t hear him. “Feeling you, being you . . .” He grinned. “And now I know how good I really am.”

She swatted at him playfully. “Don’t get too full of yourself.”

“Mmmm, but it is you that is full of me.” He moved his hips just enough to remind her, and the feeling sent another wave of pleasure through her tired limbs.

“You can’t be serious,” she laughed.

Arthur kissed her, his answer clear in the movement of his body against hers. “It’s not my fault you always leave me wanting more of you,” he told her when their kiss broke.

“I’m sure it is.” She tried to tease back, but the embers of desire in her were already kindled anew and she couldn’t fool him. Not for a moment.

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No Big Deal

Chapter 1: A Story Served with Pancakes

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Alejandra Sanchez is an average girl starting her Sophomore year of high school. She’s got good grades, great friends, and a loving, if a bit dysfunctional, family. Perfectly normal… almost. There is something that makes Ale different from the rest of her family, the rest of the world even. She’s only 4 inches tall. But it’s fine, her height hasn’t stopped her from living a perfectly normal human life and nothing’s gonna stop her now. That is until one night she encounters someone and he’s just as small as she is. Her whole world view shatters as she encounters someone who knows what she is, a borrower.

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Alejandra dashed into the Queen’s hedge maze, the entire deck following closely behind. She hoped to confuse them but she didn’t really know the maze any better. She knew she couldn’t out run them for long, they were cards after all. They didn’t need to breathe, or eat, or rest, if the Queen demands, “Off with her head!” They won’t stop until heads rolled.

Unfortunately for Alejandra, her breathes we’re getting slower, her steps heavier, she was going to collapse any second. She stopped by the rose bush she had helped to paint red earlier. Little did she know then that would be exactly what lead her to becoming a fugitive, mere minutes away from saying goodbye to her own head. She could not rest easy as the stomping of the guards’ marching grew louder and louder. If she could not out run these soldiers she had to come up with a plan, her only two options being to hide or fight. The clearing she found herself in was large and spacious with no obvious hiding places in sight. She could attempt to hide in the walls of the maze itself but she worried the sound of the leaves rustling would alert the guards to her hiding spot. The only other plan would to be to prepare for a fight, but that don’t seem like a viable option either. She had just used up most of her energy running and even if she had her full strength 1 V 52 hardly seemed like an even match.

As the stomping and the shouts drew closer and closer, Alejandra resigned herself to her fate. She sat down at the foot of the rose bush and hugged her knees. She prayed that maybe now would be the time she would wake up from her dream, that her alarm would pull her back to reality before it became a nightmare. But no such thing happened. She did everything to stifle her tears but she just couldn’t hold back any longer. Tears ran down her cheeks like water from a waterfall. This whole thing felt too familiar. It was just like this when she first fell down and found herself in that wondrous little hallway with the impossibly tiny door. At the time she thought she never escape the hall until she had found the bottle simply labeled, “Drink Me.”

Then another memory came rushing back, one that inspired some spark of hope within her.

Alejandra reached into her pockets and pulled out two pieces of mushroom from either pocket. She had encountered a snobbish caterpillar earlier that afternoon who had instructed her to eat a piece of his mushroom to change her size.

“But which is which?” She muttered under her breathe. She had too much on her mind to remember which piece should make her grow and which piece would make her shrink. Lost in thought she didn’t realize how close she was to being found.

“I THINK I KNOW WHERE SHE WENT!”

“WELL WHAT ARE YOU DOING JUST STANDING THERE, LEAD THE WAY 8!”

Their shouts were too close to be coincidence, they were going to corner her any second now. With no better ideas she ate both pieces whole. She hoped they’d still have an affect on her and not cancel out.

“If it makes me grow bigger, I stand a fighting chance… and if it makes me grow smaller, I can hide until they give up the search..”

“Halt!” Came a shout from one side of the clearing, “By order of the queen!”

The guards had finally caught up and the mushroom was not having any sort of affect. In a panic, Alejandra tried running to the exit on the other side of the clearing only to run into another group of guards. Their pursuit pushed her back to the center of the maze until she was completely surrounded.

Two cards, the Ace of Hearts, clearly the leader, and the Ace of Spades, very clearly the executioner, stepped forward.

“Alejandra,” the Ace of Hearts began to read aloud from a large scroll, “You have been declared guilty of heinous crimes against our beloved Queen of Hearts including but not limited to conspiracy to cover up illegal white roses by painting them red, causing chaos in the courtroom, insulting her majesty, so on and so forth. By order of the Queen you shall lose your head effective immediately!”

The Ace of Hearts grabbed Alejandra before she could attempt any sort of escape while the Ace of Spades happily prepared his axe, lifting it above his head. Alejandra tried to fight back, doing everything in her power to free herself from the Ace’s grip, but she couldn’t get him to budge. A terrible feeling began in her, was this stress? Was it terror? She shut her eyes waiting for the axe to swing when she felt the Ace’s grip loosen. Suddenly, confused shouting began amongst the crowd.

“What’s this?”

“How dare she do such a thing!”

“This shall be added to your list of crimes I assure you.”

Alejandra opened her eyes to see that she was now nearly two feet taller than the soldiers, and still growing at a rapid pace. She realized that feeling wasn’t fear, at least not entirely, it was the mushroom finally taking affect. Looking down she could see the cards attempting to flee from her, trying not to be crushed under her feet. She felt herself stop growing and by then her head had grazed the clouds in the sky. As for the soldiers below?

“Hmm..” She bent down with a cocky grin, picking up the two Aces, “What was that you were saying?”

The Ace of Hearts wriggled in her hand, clearly terrified but doing his best not to convey it, “Y-You are breaking the rules! You shall put me down, make yourself an appropriate size, and properly face your execution!”

The Ace of Spades nodded in agreement.

“Why should I listen to you?” Alejandra tossed them aside and watched as they floated down like autumn leaves, “You’re nothing but a pack of cards.”

While several cards retreated, just as many tried fruitlessly to attack Alejandra. However at this size, even their weapons did nothings. Alejandra would simply brush them to the side with her foot, they weren’t a threat any longer.

Suddenly, a sinking feeling at the pit of her stomach made itself known. She knew that feeling, what it meant… She wouldn’t be this giant any longer, she was beginning to grow smaller. Afraid of what might happen if she found herself at her normal size amongst the aggravated guard she ran. Her first giant steps kicked up large clouds of dirt and dust that blinded the remaining perusing cards. As she stepped over the walls of the maze she felt herself getting smaller and smaller, faster and faster. Luckily she was able to escape the Queen’s domain by the time she returned to her normal size, but she didn’t stop shrinking. She kept running and running, shrinking and shrinking until she found herself seeking refuge under a towering tree root.

She took a moment to compose herself and check her surroundings. She assumed she was in a very dark wood of some kind, but something wasn’t right. The area didn’t look like she was in a forest filled with trees and plants and the fantastical creatures she expected from this place. No, it was more accurate to say that she found her self in a pitch black void with outlines of trees and grass extremely sparse and just barely visible to her eye. She had never been here before nor did she think she could navigate in such a massive space that was nothing but darkness. Instinctually she leaned her hand against the root she was hiding by and through she could barley see it, she most certainly felt it was there. She felt around the ground until she found what felt like a giant leaf. She did her best to fashion it like a tent or even a giant blanket. She felt comfortable resting there for the time seeing as she didn’t hear anything that sounded like the cards’ patrol.

“I-I’ll just wait here til dawn,” She said to no one in particular, “When the sun rises I’ll be able to see, and maybe find a way home then.”

“But there is no dawn here,” No one in particular replied.

Startled, Alejandra looked around for the source of the voice, finding nothing. That is until the no one began to laugh. Alejandra jerked her head up and noticed the moon, the only clearly visible thing in sight. Its beautiful crescent descended down and oriented itself into a large smile as the owner of the smile materialized in front of her, the Cheshire Cat. His fur seemed to glow in the darkness, it’s color overwhelming the space around them. Alejandra had encounter this mischievous cat earlier, but she was much bigger than him earlier and it was hard not to be intimidated by his wide grin now that that alone was significantly larger than her.

“What- What are you doing here?” Alejandra yelled, fearing her voice would not be heard unless she did.

The Cat looked down, finally acknowledging the girl with his eyes rather than his grin, “I noticed you found yourself at a dead end, thought I could lend a paw so to speak.”

“This isn’t a dead end. I was stuck in a dead end back the Queen’s maze, but this place is huge. In the morning I can look fo-“

The Cat cut her off, “But there is not morning in Tulgey Wood, and this is a dead end because you’ve stopped moving, but haven’t reached your end,” Then there was a pause, “Unless this is where you want to call your end?”

“I- no! I don’t want to spend of my life here! I want to wake up already! I… I WANT TO GO HOME.”

“Home? If you want to go home, and you go home by waking up… why haven’t you woken up already?”

That question stuck Alejandra like a ton of bricks. Why hasn’t she woken up? It wasn’t for a lack of trying. Was she just trapped in this dream for the foreseeable future? All she could muster was, “I don’t know…”

“I see, perhaps,” His spoke, grin unchanging, “I could help?”

“Help? Help how?“

“Isn’t it obvious? I can wake you up.”

“You can? Then please, wake me up!”

“I don’t think I should right now.”

“What?!” Alejandra wanted to scream so many thing at this troublesome cat but she felt like her lungs couldn’t continue for much longer, “You just told me I should wake up and now you refuse to help me?!”

“You see, Alice, my services come at a price. Are you satisfied with who you are right this second?”

“What does that have to do with your price?”

“That is the price, Are you satisfied with who you are right this second?”

Before she answered, Alejandra took a moment to ponder the question. Was this some weird trick? Had she some how changed as a person between now and when she first fell down? She didn’t hesitate a second longer, she was happy with who she was now and after everything she’s gone through, she’s ready to go home.

“Yes,” She said, “I am satisfied with who I am right this second.”

The Cat’s grin found a away to grow wider, “Very well,” He took a few steps closer to Alejandra who in response backed up until she back struck the root behind her and she could move no more. “You see Alice, in order to wake up, first you must fall asleep.”

As he said this, the tip of the Cat’s tail had lightly brushed Alejandra’s forehead. In that moment she felt a rush of clam and drowsiness overcome her body. She blinked a few time and found herself now laying on the ground which now felt as soft as her bed.

“Goodnight Alice.”

Then she drifted into a deep, deep slumber.

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“Then what happened?!”

“Oye, not so loud, you’ll wake up the neighbors like that.”

“Sorry Mamá, but that can’t be how the story ends! That still doesn’t explain why Ale’s so small.”

“I’m getting that part.”

Ms. Sanchez had finished washing the last dish and took a seat at the kitchen counter next to her youngest son, Marcelo, “Now promise me, that you’ll finish your breakfast as I finish the story, Sí?”

Marco stabbed the last bit of his pancake and stuffed it in his mouth, turning to his mom with a proud smile, “Yes Mamá”

“Dios Mio” She muttered as she corrected her son’s table manners. “So when Alejandra woke up, she was back home in her bed but she brought a bit of magic back with her.”

Marcelo swallowed the last of his food and gasped, “The mushroom!”

“Well, yes and no. You see when the Cheshire Cat asked Ale about her being satisfied with who she was, she though he was asking if she felt like a good person. What he actually meant was her height, she was still a few inches tall after all.”

“So, he sent her back home, but at the same height she was at that moment?”

“Correct.“

“How did you and Papí react?”

“How did we react? Dios Mio, we were absolutely shocked, but Ale explained the whole story to us. Of course we wouldn’t have believed it if she wasn’t standing in our palm when she told us.”

“Mamá, will Ale ever grow back to normal?”

“Well, you’re just gonna have to ask your sister that.”

Marcelo nodded. He grabbed his plate and dashed to the kitchen sink placing his dish in the sink and trying very desperately to reach the handle to turn the water on. His mother, of course, turned it on for him, and he began cleaning his plate Mrs.Sanchez called out, “Oye Mijos, Marcelo already finished breakfast, if you don’t hurry you won’t have time to eat! Same thing applies to you Jośe!”

From upstairs she heard her oldest son, Juan Carlos, “Be down in a second, just waiting on Ale!”

Down the hall she could hear her husband, Jośe, accompanied by the sounds of haphazard typing, “Just finishing up this document, save me some pancakes!”

As Marcelo finished cleaning his dish and drying his hands, they could hear the cacophony of foot steps, Juan Carlos’ racing down the stairs and Jose’s rushing from the first floor office. It was only the first day of this school year, and already the familiar sounds of the family frantically getting their footing were falling into place. Mrs. Sanchez sighed, she wouldn’t have it any other way.

“I’m here,” With a stack full of documents barely in hand Jose took a seat at the table, “Did you save me any-“

“Pancakes?” Mrs. Sanchez handed Jose his breakfast before he finished his thought.

He leaned forward to give his wife a kiss, “Rosa, what would I do without you?”

“Make your own breakfast?” She quipped, “Don’t take too long. Marcelo needs to be dropped off in 40 minutes and your are not leaving without cleaning your plate.”

Jose looked up, his face already stuffed, nodding as of to say, I understand.

Rosario pinched the bridge of her nose, “Jose, small bites please. You’re even worse than Marcelo.”

Marcelo, who had been checking to make sure he had everything in his little backpack, chuckled with delight. It’s always fun when you get a win over a parent, even a minor one.

“Morning!” Entering the kitchen was Juan Carlos, but he wasn’t the one to greet them, “What’s for breakfast?”

Sitting on Juan Carlos’ shoulder was a small figure, barley 5 inches tall. Her hair was tied back with a bread tie to keep it in place. Despite the huge size difference between her and the everyone else in the kitchen, no one seemed to bat an eye at her presence. Makes sense, this is her family after all.

Juan Carlos took a seat at the table next to his father while letting the tiny girl climb down so she could take a seat on the table top itself.

“Oh look at you two,” Jose said nearly teary eyed as he cut his pancakes into more manageable bites, “Sophomores already… time flies. How’s the uniform Ale? Not too baggy, right?”

The tiny girl posed for her father, “It’s perfect dad. Not too baggy at all!”

Juan Carlos snickered, “Gee, it’s like it was tailor made for you.”

Mrs. Sanchez put down another plate of pancakes, this time for her son. She then addressed her smallest, “Ale, I made chocolate chip pancakes this morning but I know that it gets really messy. Would you like something else?”

With out hesitation Ale responded, “Can I have a slice of strawberry then?”

“I don’t know mi amor, the juice is just as messy as the chocolate chips…”

“Mama,” She pleaded, “I’m not a toddler, I can have strawberry without staining my clothes. Besides, dad just made me this uniform, you really think I’d be so reckless that I’d ruin it before making it to class.”

“Alright,” Rosario put her hands in the air as if surrendering, “One strawberry slice it is.”

While her mother rummaged through the fridge, Ale was greeted by her larger younger brother, “Ale!” He had his face pressed against the table.

Alejandra ran to the edge of the table, “Hey kiddo! Excited for your first day of 5th grade?” She playfully messed with his hair as she asked.

“Yup! Papi’s taking me this year! I’m super excited to see Justin and Danny again too!”

“Good, I’m glad.”

“Ale can I ask you something?”

Rosario passed by with Ale’s slice of strawberry, handing it to her on a napkin. To her, it was less of a strawberry slice and more of a strawberry steak. “Yeah of course, what’s up?” She replied before taking a bite of her sweet steak.

“Are you gonna grow back to your normal size?”

Ale was dumbfounded, What is he talking about? Ale’s eyes shifted until she found herself looking her mother’s way. She shot her a confused look while her mother responded with a suspicious grin. On a hunch Ale asked, “Did mom say anything about being bigger before?”

Marcelo nodded excitedly, “Yeah! She told me about how you followed the white rabbit and how the Cheshire Cat asked if you were ready to go home and-“

Above her, Juan Carlos nearly spat out his drink. She looked up to see him stifling his laughter. Ale rolled her eyes and held her hand up to Marcelo before taking another bite of her strawberry. That explains it, she thought. “Well Kiddo, I’m not sure if I can grow back, not without going back to Wonderland at least.”

“Oh…”

“But that’s ok,” She began, “I’ve been this small for years and I am satisfied with who I am. And I know Mom and Dad and even JC like me like this too. You’re ok with having a tiny older sister, right?”

“Of course! I love you no matter what Ale! I just feel bad that you can’t go back.”

Alejandra sighed before finishing off her strawberry. She wiped her lips with a piece of the napkin before returning to the edge of the table. She gestured for her brother to put out his hands. He did so and she stepped on before he brought her closer.

“Don’t feel bad kiddo, I’m just fine. Sure there are things I can’t really do at this size… but there’s so many cool things I can because I’m this size!”

“Like sneaking in my bag and coming with me to school?” Marcelo asked.

Jose interjected with a concerned tone as he took his plate to the sink, “Which is not happening again.”

Ale laughed, “Yes, like that. What I’m trying to say is that I’m not upset or sad I’m like this ok?“

“Promise?”

“Promise. I’m fine.” Ale leaned forward and gave Marcelo a boop on his nose which made him giggle.

“Alright, Macelito!” Jose bend down to meet his son at his height and place a hand on his shoulder, “We better get going, don’t want to be late on the first day. Say bye to your sister.

“Bye Ale!” Marcelo placed his sister back on the kitchen table. He grabbed his backpack and his father’s hand and headed for the door. “Bye Mama! Bye JC!”

“Have a good day!”

“¡Te Quiero Mucho!”

“See ya!”

When Ale heard the door shut, she turned her attention to her mother, who was putting away the dishes. “Mom,” Ale called, “We need to talk about this.”

“¿Que Pasa? You didn’t stain your uniform did you?”

“No, I mean we need to talk about this story you keep telling Marcelo.”

Rosa stopped what she was doing to take a seat at the table. She knew her daughter preferred to have conversations face to face as opposed to across the room. “What about it? It’s a fun little story, no harm in it right?”

“I mean, I guess? But don’t you think Marcelo is too old for it?”

“Yeah mom,” JC joined in as he washed his dish, “You should tell him she’s Tinker Bell’s lost cousin instead.”

“Not funny JC!”

“But he loves that story,” Their mother began to lament. “He always believed you were something out of a fairytale. You should hear him at school, ‘My sister has been to Wonderlnad you know!’ He takes such pride in it.”

“I get it, but maybe you should just tell him the actual story? I’m not magically shrunk I’m was just… born like this.”

…

“But where’s the fun in that?” She asked so plainly. Ale could only facepalm.

“I can’t win with you, can I?”

“Mija, I’m just teasing. It’s just, I love telling that’s they as much as Marcelo loves hearing it. But, you’re both growing up so fast. Giving up on the story feels like admitting you’re basically adults now.”

Ale put her hand on her mother’s, she gave her a sincere smile, “Mama, Marcelo’s 10. He’s not gonna move out and get a job just cause you slow down with your story telling.

“It’s not that simple it’s… well….” Mrs. Sanchez struggled to put her thoughts into words, after a moment she just settled for, “You’ll understand when you have kids of your own.”

Ah, mom’s classic conversation ender. Not a moment later, they heard a loud honk from outside. Ale didn’t have the best view of the window from where she stood, but she knew exactly what was outside.

“Bus is here,” JC gathered his things before walking up the table, “You ready to go Ale?”

“Yeah you have my bag right?” JC nodded and pointed to his backpack’s front pocket, “Then I’m good to go-hey!”

JC picked up his sister by the back of her shirt and placed her on his shoulder, “You got a good grip?” He asked.

“Yeah, but a warning would have been nice.”

“Juan Carlos, how many times have I told you to be careful with how you carry your sister?”

“Mom, she’s fine, we do this all the time.”

“Dios Mio, I hope you don’t do this kind of thing at school.”

“I don’t!”

Ale concurred, “He doesn’t.”

Mrs. Sanchez sighed before stretching out her arms, “Alright, give me a hug before you go.”

JC was pulled into his mother’s embrace, both of them being mindful of Alejandra who had to settle with hugging her mothers arm.

“¡Besos! I love you.”

“Love you too!”

“See you later mom!”

Finally free of his mother’s grip, JC made it out the front door and towards the bus. The door swung open and as JC stepped inside, the bus driver greeted them, “Morning, I’ve got both of you on with me, right?”

JC turned so that the bus driver could better see Ale, “Morning Patty!” She waved to ensure Patty could see.

The driver, Patty, nodded, “Good to see you. Careful finding your seats.” JC and Ale both gave her a thumbs up before making their way further down the bus. The bus was decently full, the Sanchez siblings knew they were one of the later stops. Ale always found it amusing seeing the other students turn their attention towards her and her brother as they boarded. She’s known most if not all of these kids her entire life, but seeing a tiny person casually riding on a human shoulder never seems not interesting. There were plenty of empty seats but Ale and JC were looking for someone in particular…there she is!

“Hattie!” Ale called out. Luckily her friend heard her small voice over the other students. Ale felt her brother walk straight for Hattie’s seat as soon as he made eye contact. When he made it to Hattie’s seat he held out his hand for Ale and she rode it until she made it into Hattie’s hands.

“Keep an eye on her, make sure she doesn’t hurt herself.” He said as he passed his sister off to another student.

“Oh please,” Hattie scoffed, “Ale is perfectly capable of taking care of herself.”

JC smirked, “That’s nice and all, but I was actually talking to my sister.”

Ale laughed as Hattie feigned offense. JC then took his seat closer to his friends, leaving the girls alone for the remainder of the ride.

“Hey Hattie,” Ale greeted again, “What’s up?”

Hattie held her hand up to her face so that she and Ale would be properly facing one another, “Oh not much. What up with you?”

“Well, I had a funny thing happen with my little brother this morning.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, he asked about Wonderland again.”

The girls laughed at the absurdity of it all. They continued to go back and forth, sharing anecdotes until they made it to school.

#Guys… This one has been in my drafts for ages #finally got around to finishing the first chapter #I really like this story so I’m excited to finally post it #No Big Deal #NBD #title is subject to change…. still not sure about it #g/t #giant/tiny #gt #giant tiny #borrower #borrowers #g/t community #gt community #g/t writing #gt writing #mighty writes

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Seana's 2023 art highlights

(surprisingly, not a reupload this time!)

January: i drew nothing! we're off to a great start.

February: i drew something! i love Champ even if i haven't drawn anything tf2 related since April. i think it was this piece where i decided to give Champ RED coloring. [link]

also, this is the month i made my second Moldy plush.... i wasn't very happy with this one, though. [link]

March: uhhhh. more of my tf2 ocs but i think those aren't that interesting. just go to my tf2 oc blog @brokenbrainstormbulb if you wanna see them honestly, i have an image limit to keep ffs. that said, this was around the time i got into TC2, so i drew a lot of that kind of stuff... i'm never drawing stuff for it ever again, sorry. [link]

April: look at the cool thing i drew for a fellow tf2 robot fan! now, this is the point in time where i start drawing more because of a certain interest, so look forward to all the art that'll come up here.....

May: wow, this really was my first public piece of Papa Louie art, huh. i was so proud of it when i showed it off on tumblr the first time... i don't like it as much anymore. for one, the office wall color is wrong.... i still can't believe Papa Louie was what got me out of art block, but god, i'm glad it did. i don't think i've drawn this much before, and even though the community's tiny, i'm glad to give back as much as i can. anyways, i said something like "it's so funny that people think they're either super married or divorced as hell" on the same post. i still think that, and it's defos funny as hell, but i've grown a kind of appreciation towards the ship as well. like yeah, you go girls, we love that extra slow burn with so many road bumps on the way! [link]

June: how the hell did i pump this out. this was also like a few days before i had to leave for the airport too... i don't know myself sometimes. i swear i still love Boigashipping! i just... i'm just busy with other ships okkkk [link]

July: i didn't draw anything...? i was in Bali. and i was busy selling adopt designs to draw anything substantial, oopsie! actually, i DID draw the first part of WDB... it's uh, still the only part. i'm sorry!!!! i'm sorry!!!! i swear i have the whole thing outlined!!! can you just give me anons about the story instead so you won't have to wonder what comes next!! [link]

August: TOSI fixation. it had not gone past it's conceptual stage, i must note. i do wish i would do something about it though. [link]

September: the art trade i did with my friend! actually, i was a few weeks late with my part, so it was supposed to be finished by August. oops. i like the textures tbh. my Chuseok drawings.... i need to draw more characters in hanbok, hee hee. [link]

October: (breaths in) ...this is the month i finally gave into the JoGotcha wantings. LOOK. ever since someone put the idea into my brain i couldn't get enough of it, and like,, nobody draws the ship anymore so i had to take matters into my own hands. this is the first ship i'm this obsessed with. i usually leave ship stuff to other people but this time that wasn't enough and i... i had to do SOMETHING, y'know? [link]

Cringetober? who's that? haha;; i stopped feeling like doing the whole list after less than a week. impressive.

November: oh look, Plushy Power League. Quinn didn't win, but i do like the thing i drew as propaganda, so whateves. the first Papa Louie character i ever drew (minus Chuck and Taylor)... did i change how i draw her? uhh. maybe? i'm not too sure. [link]

also look! the keychain drawing... i need to talk about my Gods and Monsters au again at some point. actually, since i last uploaded the image of my keychain, i revised it tons... it's kinda different now, and i defos think it looks better. this is actually the time i finally fixed the stupid display setting thing that was really messing up my coloring! [link 1] [link 2]

December: ...oops! tablet broke. and i got my 3ds back so i just didn't draw that much even after exams were over. didn't stop me from drawing though, and in fact i think i made something pretty neat with my christmas art.... even if it did come one day late. [link]

wow. that's a whole year of stuff... and that's defos a lot! i think i'm really happy with what i drew this year.... i don't know what was in my water the last few years but my art highlights felt really.... miserable? for some reason. i mean, yeah, i didn't do a lot of what i had planned (GOE ANIMATIC IM SORRY) but i can see that i've done just as much with my hands anyways, so like, who cares? plus, i always have next year... that's coming in 3 hours, oh god- so, maybe i won't be too hard on myself for not fulfilling my goals... like, i kinda glossed over it, but i did sell my designs for money, and that's like, really impressive! so many people around me buy and sell their art stuff already, so i guess i didn't really register it as something to be proud of... but doing that shit (making, and marketing) is hard!! so like, it's a wow moment for me!

anyways, i'm tired, i only came back home a few hours ago, and i need to get up again for church in a few hours.... mrphgdjd. lets stop being sentimental, and i'll see you people next year. that's a long way off! hope you don't miss me.

#dalune recap #dalune recap 2023

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mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune · 25 days

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Charlie Morningstar x Sir Pentious Gift/Requested (2024)

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Credit for Hazbin Hotel goes to Vivienne "Vivziepop" Medrano

Gift/Requested For: Heartsissopure

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I drew this on March 23, 2024 but posted it on April 3, 2024...

and there were reasons I couldn't post it yesterday...

I think it was some day before March 23, that I was going to work on the drawing of Charlie and Pentious kissing, but I ended up feeling not great at that day, can't remember what made me feel that way...

but I guess I can try to remember...

I couldn't post this drawing yesterday or any of the other drawings I did, because of some bad weather.

thank goodness the drawing I was working on that had Adam from Hazbin Hotel, wasn't well open and still working on when some stuff went off...had to keep the computer off for a while until it was safe to turn it back on again, couldn't risk turning it back on when the stuff was going on at the moment, and if it did that when I decided to work more on that drawing and hadn't saved it...

I would be super feral earth angel princess peeved off...

like maybe picture how mad Devil from Cuphead Show or Game series can get mad, and mix that with Millie from Helluva Boss, plus with Tex and Caroline from Red Vs Blue, and even Yang from RWBY...

though if I did get that mad, I would have to try to calm down and be close to some cool air...I think it can be rare for me now, to get so mad I get too hot and I need to be cooled off by some cool air.

but yeah, I guess when the really mad feeling gets a bit high.

it can be a mix of Devil from Cuphead, Millie from Helluva Boss, Tex & Caroline from Red Vs Blue, and Yang from RWBY...but more in a bit of controlled level I think...

best I can do is try to just talk a bit of some feelings, and maybe do something to cool off, like watching a movie or show I like, do some reading and maybe check out some fan art as well.

I'm pretty sure I had went "Feral Earth Angel" only a few times, but never really beat anyone up....even if one time someone was picking on one of my younger cousins, and I can't remember much during that time, but I know I was about to run up to them and I had to be held back....you know it might of been my protectiveness that kicked in.

anyway I know that Sir Pentious being dressed as a type Knight wasn't part of the request, but I just well wanted to add that in this...

that this AU version of Sir Pentious is "A Holy Knight Of The Eveningstar" which once again, I self-nicknamed myself "Eveningstar Princess" because of that weird thing with my Mom only getting Evening Sickness with me, and she NEVER got the Morning Sickness with me......only the Evening type of Sickness.

don't know how many others went through that, finding out their Mom also went through Evening Sickness, and never Morning Sickness.

it might of been a good idea I didn't try to log on the other day, because of the weather...for now it seems to be okay right now.

also some might understand that I can be sensitive, and maybe at times I can have timid moments, and I can have a point when I can get peeved off to the point where I could go into what I'm now calling "Feral Earth Angel" mode...

I'm weird okay, and some times being weird is the best medicine.

you know to make you laugh and put a little smile on your face...

maybe not everyone understands that, and it's okay if some don't.

anyway the next drawing I'm going to post will be maybe in a little while, and I hope the one that I did this drawing for, loves this and doesn't mind that I drew Sir Pentious as a type of Knight. :)

also if the one that this drawing is for wants to reblog it, they can, but I'm only giving them free permission to do so...

this drawing will still have the tags "do not reblog without permission" and for now, I'm only giving them permission, this drawing is both a gift and request I did for them and I still hope they like it, even if the whole Pentious being a Knight wasn't part of the request.

#do not reblog without permission #sir pentious hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #charlie hazbin hotel #shipping #gift art #request art #march 2024 #april 2024

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jezmmart · 5 months

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Chamomile Comic Trivia #29

#151 - Awful

I remember this one came to me when good art friend Louistrations was chatting about a leaky ceiling or something similar he was suffering from. I hope it's long no longer an issue or you have a bucket to sleep with if not Louis!

I forget if this is the first time I've done it, but for a condense gag comic like Cammie, having little "The Next Day..." type captions just feels a bit off and breaks up the rhythm of the joke for me, which is why I instead went for a panel showing night and sunrise and outfit changes instead to imply the passing of a day.

#152 - Breakfast

Basically Cammie repeating an exact experience I had on the way to work once in full. Looking up photo reference for shop exteriors and such in the UK is always interesting, I never really notice how often the buildings of businesses have elaborate stuff like window boxes and such because they pretty much always have flats above or the building was never built with the modern business below in mind at all!

Oh yeah... and also this one published in March 2020. I think at this point I was two weeks ahead on producing the comic, and in that two weeks this comic aged terribly, coming out right at the point where panic buying began and the supermarkets became stupidly empty. The panic buying had already started when I drew it, so I felt the need to make sure I drew a fully stocked establishing shot of the supermarket to make it clear that panic buying wasn't the cause of the empty shelves Cammie observed, the pastries in the little supermarket bakery section just weren't out yet! But what took me by surprise is that two weeks later, when the comic published, that phenomena was still VERY much ongoing.

Here's the uncovered panel since I spent a good little while on it despite mostly being covered by speech bubbles! Still very basic once you really look at it, but a definite improvement on visual fidelity since #39!

And... who was that hiding behind a speech bubble this whole time!?

My old character Frogy, after some marmite as usual! It's hard to tell at this level of detail if it's really him... I wonder if Frogy is a franchise within the fiction of Chamomile (baby Cammie was wearing a t-shirt with him on in... hey, #39, the one I linked just above again!) and someone left their toy on the shelf here, or whether this is truly the first case of including an actual character cameo from another work of mine in Chamomile, confirming that it and Frogy take place in the same universe, with dire, dire lore implications! (I mean for a start he's a celebrity if Cammie had a t-shirt of him).

#153 - Office

A little follow-up to Layla's storyline since I was done with it but it never really got a conclusion to return to the status quo. I recall the joke was more or less a straight adaptation of a real life conversation, perhaps between Molly and I, though I forget the specifics at this point, 3 years later. It was also a fun opportunity to explore some in-universe humour, sometimes it's nice to just hang out with the characters making jokes among themselves rather than have them act erratically or larger-than-life in some way for the sake of humour.

#154 - Bush

I remember at this point - or at least two weeks prior when I began work on this comic, I made the firm decision I WASN'T going to have the pandemic happen in the comic. This was the point where it was all anyone could think about, and I would rather the comic remain a thing people could enjoy a laugh from every week detached from the real world. I also didn't want the safety conditions of the pandemic holding back the scenes or character interactions I could make.

In fact, at the same time I made this decision, I specifically started this comic with the idea of making a little oasis of tranquility from the rising stress of the situation, going with cloudgazing and drawing that first panel and trying to come up with a joke from there - this is one I literally just ad-libbed at the time instead of opening my notepad of ideas. It remains a little favourite of mine!

My only regret is that I wanted the space to have that fairly nice big panel at the top but needed somewhere for the first line of dialogue to go. I kept it floating just OUT of the panel to hopefully keep that first panel timeless and encourage readers to linger on it for a moment and percieve the atmosphere, but there's... something I'm not happy with it, I dunno, it doesn't quite work for my eyes, but might be entirely in my head!

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#jezmm #chamomile comic trivia #art insight #frogy splatoon

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dgdraws · 4 months

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My art year in review!

I learned so much this year and made a ton of cool stuff! These are my favorites from each month, but it was so hard to choose. A lot of stuff didn't even get posted--I'll be sure to at least post the ones that made it to this list!

It's amazing to see how much I've changed and learned over this year, and to see the things that are emerging as part of "my style."

Here's to another year of delight, creation, connection and fun!

Some monthly reflections beneath the cut, but here's the highlights:

I participated in 3 art challenges, Artfight, OC-tober and Huevember.

I made fanart for the first time!

I created a piece I conceived of before I started drawing

Made some big breakthroughs in techniques and skills in April, July and November

January: My first branch into full character design, Rodd is the culmination of training on Hero Forge renders to make dnd portraits! I was doing this cool thing with neon rim lighting, I should bring that back!

February: I saw a piece on here with this amazing glowing effect, so I color picked it and experimented to figure out what relationship between the colors was making it do that! The answer was saturation. This rose is meant to be glowing from within, and I think I did a good job for my knowledge level at the time! As Chuck Tingle would tell us, it's beautiful because only I could have made it in that moment on the timeline.

March: I spent a million years on every detail of this one, it has at least 5 clipping overlay/saturation layers for lighting, multiple line work groups and I want to rework that background but! I never felt more accomplished than I did when I finished this one. I learned a lot, especially about things I could skip or simplify. And the symbolism really pops off ngl

April: I read Gideon the Ninth for the first time this month and I immediately needed to draw Jeannemary Chatur, Cavalier of the Fourth House, the worst teen to do it. She's the first fanart I ever made and posted! I also discovered a new pen tool with this one, which CHANGED THE GAME.

May: This one is an idea I had written down before I ever picked up the tablet and stylus. I thought I might commission someone to make it, the image of it came to me so clearly during our VTM session I just had to make it real somehow. Well I did it! This is one I will come back to redraw in like 5 years bc I love the concept so much. Also rife with symbolism and inside nods to the Low Kings.

June: I made a bunch of ref sheets in the run-up to Artfight in July. Caleb hadn't even been in my plans to upload, but I had time and inspiration! I will be uploading this and a few more of him <3

July: This is one of my faves from Artfight! This character is Blueberry, by way of OrchidEatsBread on artfight. I have still never played... rainworld? But I love me a slug cat. In July I drew a TON of people, it really drilled anatomy basics into me and how to get clothes looking like actual clothes a bit more. Also solidified some things I would consider "my style" at the moment, like no irises, and my approach to noses and mouths and fingers!

August: Another fanart for the Locked Tomb series, I never posted this!!! Will be rectifying that soon.

September: I got really into javascript and css this month, and I made this to be a landing page image on my neocities website XD I'll get back around to that eventually...

October: At the last minute, I discovered OC-tober and the prompts from @/bweirdart, a worthy follow up to the rush of Artfight two months previous. I developed so much stuff for the Low Kings, including this drawing/character, Amayah/Girl-Z, who has been a figment of my pintrest board for 2+ years.

Huevember: Chasing that OC-tober high, I found Huevember! I did not expect to actually do every day, but it proved to be an amazing exercise! I learned so, so much about color, discovered amazing new brushes and techniques and found I really enjoy working in those one day capsules! I loved a lot of the stuff that came out of this month, including my highest note post ever!!!, but this one is still my phone background and I'm maybe developing an OC world around it. We'll see what happens in 2024.

December: I got hit HARD with the writing bug this month, so this was my only choice for this month but I WOULDA CHOSEN IT ANYWAY. I unlocked something here that I'm really excited to visit again, in fact I'm working on a companion piece rn! This is also fanart btw, prepare for me to get even weirder about this guy in the coming months.

If you've read this far, thank you so much! I have so much fun writing these little reflections and making my posts on here.

xoxo, wren

#my stuff #reflections #low kings #oc tober #huevember #artfight #year in art #year in review

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quibbs126 · 9 months

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So I’ve been trying to do this darkrasp kid for ages, but I swear, I just cannot draw them

And it’s not so much from lack of ideas (I mean, I don’t have many ideas for them but I do have a few, though mostly for design), it’s just that I cannot will myself to. I think it’s because I’ve tried and failed to draw them twice already. It’s like when you’re trying to draw something, and it just doesn’t look right, so you erase and redraw the same thing over and over again, and by the end the paper’s gotten ruined from the constant erasing and drawing

I first tried to draw them way back in I believe March (which was…Christ like 4 months ago now), around when I drew Raspberry Cheesecake, as I was doing them both at the time. Hell I even mentioned the darkrasp kid in that post, and that they both existed in the same universe as second cousins, since I imagined that they would be finished next. And at that time I think I was doing well, I had an idea of where I was going

But the problem came in the form of their sword. See, Raspberry has a fencing sword (I believe a rapier), and Dark Choco has what I believe to be a greatsword. So I wanted to try and come up with something in the middle for this kid, something that still looked like a blade like Dark Choco’s, but not nearly as wide. Then I discovered basket hilt swords and decided that was the perfect solution

I was able to come up with the blade just fine, but then the problem came in the form of the hilt, because I just could not make a hilt that looked right for the blade. It looked like I stuck two completely different swords together, and the hilt always looked too small for the blade

I don’t have any pictures of the hilt, but I can show you the blade and how far I got in the original drawing

I really liked the blade and how it looks, but I could not get the hilt to look right, so eventually I just gave up and decided that I’d simply come back to them another day. However unfortunately, I didn’t, probably because I knew I still had no solution for the sword, and so they remained, currently being one of the two oldest requests I have, right next to velvetgatto (which I also mean literally, as the canvases are right next to each other)

(Also I should mention, the blade would have gone under the arms. Which now that I’m thinking about it, may have just covered up the hilt entirely, but also for the type of hilt I was going for, it probably would have still shown)

Anyways, so then, when we were flying over to England, I decided I’d take another stab at it, seeing as how I’d drawn Ficelle and he’d ended up pretty good, so I was on a roll it seemed

I was trying to just draw the character, and I got farther than last time, but on the plane ride, I couldn’t really focus and get much done, possibly because the plane was shaking a bit as we lifted off, and I can’t really focus on drawing in a moving vehicle. I also believed perhaps I was a little burnt out, like how I felt when I talked about Vanilly some time ago, so I thought I should just leave it for now and resume again later

But then, I never did, partially because I just couldn’t figure out where to go next, and this was all I had

I tried again earlier today, but I end up just staring at the screen. So then I thought “maybe I should just start over once more, start again with a clean slate”. But then I’m looking at the empty canvas, and I have no clue what to do

I think at this point the canvas might just be so tainted with the past failings that I can’t bring myself to think of anything. Like I’ve created this stigma against them, and now this one has been in a deficit and just mindset of “I’ll work on it later” that I just can’t think of anything

And it’s not so much a Zuccotto situation where I don’t do anything because I have no clue what to do for the character. I have some ideas, like they’re a swordsman and wear white (bc both Dark Choco and Raspberry have Costumes where they wear white), and that their hair has black and pink, with both streaks and a gradient that goes into the same pink (though I’m also considering the idea of changing the black to a very dark pink, in part because of a new name for them), but I just can’t draw them

I feel like I need to just start from the ground up; like I don’t have many ideas about their actual character, other than they’re a swordsman, and they seem to be a more nervous and/or cautious individual, possibly due to the legacies of both their lineages, but that’s not much to work with. Plus I’m realizing that sounds a bit too much like Choco Madeleine. But then what should I do?

Oh also, something I was gonna mention but didn’t know where, I’m also thinking of changing their name. Originally it was Black Forest Cookie, since I couldn’t find any big thing with dark chocolate and raspberries, so just change raspberries with cherries, but now I’ve got two new ideas in the form of Black/Dark Raspberry Cookie (bc black raspberries), or Raspberry Jam Cookie (bc of my recent headcanon that Dark Choco and his dad have some jam in their dough flavor, and here it would end up being raspberry jam)

Honestly, at this point maybe I should just delete the original canvas and just make a new one, because the original has just been tainted at this point

#sorry I don’t know if there was much point to this I just wanted to complain #also don’t know I give them sad eyes #in the second I was just emulating the original #but yeah might as well take some suggestions if you want to give some #I just want to finish them #cookie run #cookie run oc #fankid #fanchild #darkrasp #dark choco cookie #raspberry cookie #random stuff #wip

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b0nelessdoodles · 3 months

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Art Summary 2023

shoutout to the one month were i drew fanart and then everything else was just dnd content again lmao (also shoutout to me being late to posting this haaaaa)

2023 wasn't the best year for me personally. between money problems and job searching, health issues, mental health issues, unintentional discomfort at my new job, and the overall issues of the world it just hasn't been great and I felt it heavily in my creativity. I never really had any creative highs this year outside of artfight (and even then i felt like i didn't do well) which only fed into some of the issues I was having.

But looking back I am really happy with most of what I made! Sure I didn't draw much but hey I think I popped off when I did!

So here is to 2024! Already off to a good start in the art department and even if I slow down at least I've had fun so far!

(i was gonna put me gushing about things in tags but its a lot so i'm doing a read more this post is already so damn long lmao i'm sorry)

okay i'm here to gush about two pieces at a time and their contents cause then make me happy to look at so lets get started on that with march and september 'cause hey! look at the relationship development of my little goblin guy!

march was when kk (tic's best friend and now boyfriend) first appeared to the rest of the party outside of just tic talking about him. literally the entire party could see that kk was in love with tic and was just like "oh buddy sorry about that" 'cause tic was a dumbass and romance was just never something he thought about until meeting the party. then we flash forward to september where the two confessed to each other after what really felt like the end of tic's story arc. at least it felt that way to me 'cause he reached his goal of killing groll and becoming the king of goblins but i know he still has shit to do I'M LOOKING AT YOU TRAVELLER AND RIP! but yeah that was the whole reason he left and it was done. he did it! but it almost cost him kk and the two ended up having a really important talk about it. kk chewed tic out and spilled his guts and i still think about it a lot holy shit it was so good omfg but it was in that moment that it clicked for tic. that if he had actually lost kk he had no idea what he would do, that he felt like his whole life would fall apart without him. and just man it was good wholesome content. congrats to the goblins for being the first canon relationship! (even tho they were not the first confession that one goes to rhami!)

now that that block of the text is out of the way we get to more depressing ones, those being january and october with my guy, dr. cecil wilfree.

its just.... man. what do i even say about him. january was probably the last moment before his life went into a full downward spiral, eventually leading into his demise. that piece isn't even anything major but rather something like a reminder going "hey, remember when wilfree had two normal eyes? good times!" and just man (-insert that image of a horse standing on the beach-) compare that to where he's at in october and knowing what happened in those 10 months? january he still had trust and hope, he believed that he was going to get back home and help river out with his plague, maybe even get aster home if she'd let them, maybe find a way to cure himself and help casey. but by the end there was no hope and he found out that he had been used, was nothing more than a tool for someone who he trusted, despite knowing that he really shouldn't have. river was dead and it was his fault (at least in his mind it was), he had failed to protect aster and traumatized both her and willow, and he could do nothing to save an entire population from being wiped off the face of the map. and he caved under the guilt. he gave up. its sad to see him alive and pissy in january and then look at december and see a shell of the same man, no more thoughts in that head as his mind got disconnected from his body and self.

and then for extra sads we've got december which was his birth month, so i drew something from a time before the campaign. back when he was alive and well, no soul curse and unknowing of the horrors yet to come, and receiving a gift from someone whose life he could soon destroy due to his own hubris.

anyway! pay no mind to may! i didn't draw a damn thing that whole month!

#art summary #art summary 2023 #i was trying not to go off in the main comment but i did anyway oops #the read more is actually just what i was going to put into tags but yeah no i wasn't gonna do that #it would be way too damn long!#if you do read it all and then still read my tags afterwards thank you!#i have a lot of words to say all the time i'm so sorry

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voidsteffy · 2 years

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Prologue

She came in the night, silver anklets shining through his closed eyes that dreamt about a different life. Perhaps a string of warped reality where everyone didn't just assume what he wanted.

"Yevandi? " her voice came low, urgent syllables over the sounds of moonlight. "Yevandi..." Bangles clanked near him.

Well this wasn't a dream. Sita indeed stood hunched in front of him with pleading eyes. Bheem sprung up, only to be shushed by her. Her gaze flitted to Lacchu behind him in the open verandah— his cousin snorted in his sleep and wriggled back into deep sleep.

All his other cousins and family weren't awake, no beds creaking of the seven others he could see. His family did everything as a team: shopping? Together ; eating? Together ; Seeing a potential bride, the entire football team would march in.

"Sita gaaru," Bheem followed her beckons out to the back garden, giving into her insistent grip on his forearm. Even in a white sari that restricted her steps around the sprouting grasses, Sita's legs rushed in front of him, fluent in the language of grace.

"Please, I really need to talk to you."

When they reached a secluded spot, Bheem waited for her to stop avoiding his eyes and talk to him.

"I'm not saying this out of any spite that you're a village leader." Sita had finally started. "In fact I admire you for all that you do for your loved ones... But I think one thing built up to another this morning, I didn't really say yes to the marriage proposal."

Sita Mahalakshmi, daughter of the revered sarpanch Athreya Pani, had just sat in front of him that morning a few hours ago. She was decked in gold, her kohl-rimmed doe eyes hid everything she was probably feeling.

She hadn't spoken at all when the elders talked of their marriage. All in all, Bheem had realized he hadn't heard her voice till then.

And the first thing she said was that she didn't want to get married to him.

Bheem knew it was unfair of him to feel happiness blossoming in his chest. Especially when his recently would-have-been-but-no-more fiancée was sobbing into her knees.

"It's okay andi..." he said the only thing he could have without spilling his heart out.

His mother never loved his father. "What has love got to do with marriage na verri kanna!" she used to say. The abject result of their marriage was a child who never saw his mother be treated like a person.

"It's better you said it now. I don't feel bad."

Her wet brows peeked out from between her locked hands. "Really? What will we say to the elders?"

He kneeled down beside the pond in front of her with an understanding smile. "If you really don't want this marriage, I am not one to force. We can say I changed my mind."

"But you don't understand!" she shouted.

They immediately cringed at the noise, Sita looking around to catch anyone awake and running to them.

Silence.

Bheem watched her relax and sniffle.

"Is there any specific problem? Cheppandi, it's okay..."

"It's not something that is accepted!" she insisted.

Bheem never drew boundaries. He saw to it that he could treat people around him as tenderly as a farmer tended to a newborn calf. The calf led the way and the shepherd protected it.

"Sita gaaru," he said, "You don't have to talk to me, but looks like you've been carrying some weight inside you. I just want to help."

He knew what she was thinking. Pages of guidelines would have been flipping in her head, trying to find where such a guy had plopped down from. People in this village wanted to know nothing but where the snake had bit. Anything else was of no use to them. But Bheem was different.

He was an ally.

Slowly, her gaze opened up a new puzzle. "There was a girl..."

A/N: So.... 👉🏽👈🏽If you can't tell yet, this is based on the Telugu movie Chandamama (Kajal fans wya) and I really liked the au idea -> Rambheem and Sinny but the Chandamama way... Here's the prologue. It was a spontaneous decision, don't judge 🐠🐠 Pls don't expect frequently vomited updates: NEET is a thing unfortunately and so is writer's block. You can send suggestions and what you think about this fic to my ask box (can't promise that all the suggestions will be incorporated)

tagging moots: @rambheem-is-real @hissterical-nyaan @kalavathiii @sivuda @lostgreekgod @hahaha-darn-it @thewinchestergirl1208 @rambheemtrash @unmadana @vennilave @rasnak2 (sorry if i haven't tagged all, let me know if you want to be tagged henceforth!)

#rambheem but series #rambheem #sinny #jenny and sita #chandamama #rrr #rrr fanfic #fanfic #desi lgbtq+#desi mlm #desi wlw #desi queer #HAPPY PRIDE MONTH #chandamama by manu

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nyadversary · 2 years

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i think i've talked on here before about how when i was a kid (10-ish) i read a whole bunch of silver age justice league comics, and how they were hilariously, bafflingly stupid, but there's one in particular that sticks in my head because it had i think the worst twist ending i've ever read in my life. this was a long time ago so my memories of it are pretty fuzzy but i think i remember the basic plot. it was like...

so there's a new villain, whose name i wanna say was "the maestro" or something — i'm not much into DC beyond having read silver age justice league so i've no idea if this character ever got used again, apologies if any other writers did something cool with the guy later but anyway. in this, the maestro is a guy who goes around committing robberies while playing music that compels onlookers to dance (it's pre-recorded music, and sounds like normal popular music). the compulsive dancing prevents anyone from being able to stop him, including the justice league, who fail to defeat him while he pulls off several heists. for whatever weird reason they all wind up doing different dances, and commenting on what type of dance they're doing in their dialogue — i remember green arrow saying that he "can't! stop! dancing! this! toy! soldier! march!"

eventually they track the maestro to his lair (i think he had a standard-issue underground villain lair, probably in a cave) and they rush in, confident they can defeat him because they don't hear any music playing. but the maestro catches them off guard and reveals that actually, it was never the music making them dance, but some sort of mind control ray that you actually can't hear. he uses the ray on them and... forces them all into specialized bubble traps designed to prevent them escaping? superman is in a kryptonite bubble, green lantern is in a yellow bubble, you get the idea. he then gloats about how he's defeated the justice league.

so while you're still processing how stupid all of that is (fairly stupid, but typical silver age levels of stupid), you turn the page.

and then it's revealed that the entire thing was a comic within a comic. the actual justice league is sitting around in their base reading the same comic we've just read. none of it was real. it turns out that they've all met to go through their fan mail and they've received a letter from a fan with this comic attached. the letter read something like "dear justice league. big fan of you guys, love your work. however i am really worried because i've realized that there's a hypothetical scenario in which someone could defeat you, and i can't see any way you guys could escape if something like this happened to you. please see attached. write me back i'm very concerned."

if the twist was that this was actually the maestro workshopping an idea he had for taking down the justice league, i'd actually accept it — that's funny — but that isn't the case, there's no reveal at the end. this is legitimately just a fan of theirs who sat down, invented a new type of guy to get in an imaginary beef with the justice league, and then got real worried that the guy he just made up would actually be able to defeat the justice league using a type of mind control ray that makes you dance uncontrollably, another thing he just made up. so he drew the whole thing out as a comic, in loving detail, and sent it in as fan mail. this is utterly deranged and no one comments on it at all. instead the justice league decides this is deserving of a serious, thought-out response so they all sit around and discuss how, actually, they'd totally be able to defeat this completely fictitious supervillain in a fight. i think what they eventually decide is that it definitely wouldn't work because the atom (new member as of an issue or two before this one) can't hear when he's real tiny, so he would have figured out it wasn't the music making him dance, and so they would have gone in to the final showdown prepared. they then draw this out as a comic (actually i think they make wonder woman do it, because She's The Girl and she handles all the "secretary" duties, which includes this bullshit apparently) and send it back to their fan. the... end???

utter madness. i still don't know what to say about any of it

#you could really just write anything back then.#my nyas?#i have english major disease

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wetbloodworm · 1 year

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my three self-insert-adjacent kids! love the symmetrical ruler. charlie’s eyes are so fucking big here, this was supposed to be a little stylized/exaggerated and they DO have big eyes but my god. it’s too late i’m not going back and fixing them

anyway, talking about them all under the cut

i haven't talked about them HERE yet is the thing so here we fucking go. i think this first post will primarily be origins plus design talk, and i'll reblog this another time with personality discussion.

so as we know, charlie started off purely as my avatar to use in video games, when i wanted to play a game the way I'D make decisions without actually playing myself. so like first runs for new games before i get into 'okay now i understand this universe and want to make an OC that actually fits' territory or 'okay now i want to play this other OC in this universe' territory. my first design for them was this doll maker thing below from 2018!

i don't know where their heterochromia went and i'm a bit too attached to the blue eyes now but i've been considering bringing it back. it's a fun design. but, again, going back to their original purpose as VG Kid, not every character creator is going to let me give them different colored eyes, so that's challenging. HOWEVER... i did venture away from that somewhat. charlie has grown into their own thing outside of a simple stand-in for myself. a lot of their growth started with playing them in outer worlds and cyberpunk, as i started developing them for AUs for those worlds. nowadays i do still see charlie as kind of a self-insert, but more than anything they're just a kid of mine.

here's some older art of them!

drawn in 2019, these are the first saved drawings i have of charlie. the intention behind these was that i wanted to make some comics about experiences i've had without just drawing myself, and charlie made sense to do for that. i never ended up actually trying out that project but! charlie got their start here. the three-dot freckles were there from the start. despite the monochrome palette here, they were intended to have brown hair like i do, which is why charlie's hair is naturally brown and they just bleach it. REALLY weird seeing them with tits tbh but again, they were just a stand-in here, and i had tits at the time, though in the first one they're wearing a binder.

drawn in 2020, getting a bit closer to their current design. once i added color i immediately forgot the heterochromia in favor of the bright blue eyes. their outfit is supposed to be reminiscent of a sunflower here but i like that i'm associating them with yellow this early on.

feb 2021, basically charlie's current design here! plus sunny, their crimesona in gta au. i got rid of the ombre tips and visible roots pretty quick for simplicity's sake. the arrangement of their ear piercings changes all the time because i constantly forget if it's two up top or two on the bottom, but the piercings aren't Critical to their design imo.

moving onto parker and the first time i drew them

march 2021, drawn as a companion piece to a cyberpunk charlie headshot i did. i can't exactly pin down when/why i made them, though their creation came shortly before my second run of cyberpunk and i found comments i made about them accidentally being 2P charlie. so since that's an early idea i had that i ran with, that's bascially their start. it's fine. anyway yeah parker is 2P charlie, meaning i used charlie as a base of reference and went the 'opposite' in a lot of traits. they were also intended early on as being a possible video game second run kid, like i did with them in cyberpunk.

their design hasn't changed too much from the start. short black hair, deeper/darker blue eyes than charlie, same eye bags that charlie had gotten by that point. resting sad face.

they got lip and eyebrow piercings here, though that's also something i forget to add sometimes.

see, forgot the piercings here, though this is hunger games AU so i can argue that they'd be less likely to get them at that age/in that situation? anyway. the strands of hair around their ears turned into those little tufts at some point.

finally, rhys!

rhys went through some design changes, which we'll get into. they were intended as a 3P charlie from the start, which has... more nebulous rules than a 2P kid, in my mind. basically rhys is still a self-insert, but while charlie became more idealized, rhys is more... average? rhys is just a dude. charlie's very much a protag, while rhys is intended to be closer to a normal person. as well as having more of a balance of my positive and negative traits, where charlie gets mostly positive and parker get a lot of negative. i also made rhys to smooch the daycare attendant in fnaf security breach so there's that bit of lore.

ANYWAY design! moving away from blue eyes to gray, since mine have been described as both. rhys was also more masc-presenting to start, and had been further along their T journey.

emphasized the little bit of hair at the top more, still keeping the facial hair at this point but getting a feel for their style. which IS similar to charlie's, but less likely to show skin. rhys is also more likely to be seen in regular-ass clothes with a few wild outfits thrown in. i consider charlie a fashion kid where rhys just has a couple Fun Looks, y'know?

decided i didn't like the short hair so started trying out longer hair. they also got the hair tufts by the ears here. can't get away from drawing hair tufts, they're just FUN DESIGN

and got rid of the facial hair here. it was partly because it wasn't fitting in this particular drawing for me, and also because i decided i wanted rhys to more follow my transition journey rather than be ahead of it. i'll experiment with them more as things go along for me.

that's all that i had to comment on re: design, again i'll reblog this sometime with personality discussion

#art tag #charlie tag #parker tag #rhys tag

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