#might have another sketch for ya later

[draychuh]

artist!shinsou x reader

You both were only classmates, nothing more than that. every time you take the seat in front of him, he would watch as the way you rest your arms comfortably on the table as you listened to the teacher in content. the way your hair is done in different hairstyles every day. on mondays you would have it in a tight bun, then on wednesdays you would do low pigtails. he had memorized every little detail, not by choice, but because he would draw you when no one's looking. when everyone's on break and chatting around, shinsou took the time to doodle you in his sketchbook. he drew you during your messy hair days, putting in the effort to color in the vibrant pink of your coat. to him, it was as if you were a manhwa character. he found it cute when you dress up to school, something not many kids in class do. or, maybe, he never payed attention to others but you.

during pe, the boys in class were playing basketball as the girls sit on the bench and watch. You were with your group of friends, giggling as they fawn over their crushes. You watched as shinsou, typicallly one of the tallest guys in class, scored a point with ease. "dang, didn't know the quiet boy was good at tossing hoops." your friends said. you only nodded with a smile. after the match, they headed back to class. as you walked down the benches, you noticed a thick sketchbook laying on the ground.

"hey, y/n! you're coming?" her friend asked as they were about to leave the court room. "i'll catch up to you guys later!" she waved at them as she picked up the sketchbook.

it's a very decorated and stylized sketchbook, the purple cover being filled with cat stickers and random graffiti scribbles. "how cute.." she muttered to herself as she flipped open the sketchbook. the first few pages were doodles of cats. most of them were the same color as you assumed it might be the owner's cat. you found their way of coloring in their drawings to be very cute. if only you knew who this belonged to, you would love to be friends. you flipped over to another page, a little taken aback to see a sketch of a girl sitting in a classroom table from a back perspective. she thought it was really pretty. until the next few pages were almost the same scenario, except the girl had different outfits and hairstyles. all of which she had done herself.

shinsou wiped the sweat off of his forehead, jogging back up to grab his things. his heart throbbed as he noticed his sketchbook was missing, not on the spot where he placed it. "crap- where is-" he looked around the court room, eyes landing at you who so happen to be holding the sketchbook. he could feel his stomach fold, watching as you quietly flipped through the pages.

"u-uh. hey."

you looked up, seeing the purple haired boy from earlier. "oh, hi. you played really well just now." you praised him, the sketchbook still on hand. and how ironic it is, that she was looking at the sketches of herself. he gulped, trying to look at her in the eye without attempting to snatch the sketchbook out of embarrassment. "thanks.."

'no problem. see ya in class." she said as she closed the sketchbook, about to take her leave before shinsou grabbed her hand. "wait!"

she turned around, looking at him in a confused manner. "that.. sketchbook."

she smiles. "it's cute right? i think a girl dropped this while she was here. im planning to go around the school and ask around."

"actually. uh. that book belongs to me." he admitted. the last thing he'd want her to do is show his doodles to random people in school.

her eyes widened, glancing at the cutely decorated sketchbook then back at him. "oh.. oh my god! im so sorry. i didn't mean to invade your privacy..! i was just.." she says, immediately returning him the sketchbook. her face was a blushing mess. shinsou gently waved his hand around. "no no. it's fine."

they both stood awkwardly, before she gave him a slight nod and walking away. as soon as she left, he could his cheeks burning at the thought of her going through his sketchbook.

Later that night, you covered yourself in your bedsheets as you thought about the situation. you knew him, obviously, as the tall silent boy in class. he tends to spend most of his free time on his desk while his friends play and run around the classroom. he sat right behind your seat, which suddenly made so much sense to her. she couldn't believe it took so long for her to piece up the puzzles. she should have known, from the way he would look away as soon as you catch him glancing at you. or when he would immediately keep his book away when you walk past his desk.

The next day, you sat on your table as you waited patiently for your first class in the morning. you noticed shinsou walking into the classroom as he noticed you too. he shyly walks over to his seat, moving past you without a single greeting. the both of them were the only ones in class, considering how early they came to school.

you turned around, almost startling him. "good morning."shinsou blinked, his eyes droopy from his restless night. obviously, he couldn't sleep after what happened yesterday. "g'mornin."

"about yesterday.." you turned your chair around facing him. "i'll be honest, i saw a lot of your sketches. you're very good. do you take art classes?"

shinsou blushed. "thank you. and no, i don't." he hoped she doesn't mention a single thing about the drawings of her. whether she figured it out or not, he just didn't want to explain them nor would he know how to.

she gives him a kind smile. "can i commission you?"

hitoshi hums in thought. "i've never done one before actually. what do you want drawn?"

can you draw me?"

thanks for reading! let me know if you want a continuation of this.

#shinsou x reader #hitoshi shinsou x reader #shinso hitoshi #my hero academia #fluff #mha x reader

[thatonetotaldramaguy]

Hi tumblr!

I did another sketch of Noah from @bbycha25’s Tangled au😎😎😎😎😎

I hope ya like it😎

I might colour it in later😎

I hope you have a lovely day/night!!😎😎😎

Kind regards,

Thatonetotaldramaguy😁😁😁

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[plushii-gutz]

Aushauwjsheh I'm starting to run out of ideas as to what I'm supposed to put here - uh, here's part 7 of RnR!

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Rain fell in rhythmic patterns outside, creating a soft melody as it trickled across the windows of the old castle. Furnoss had moved a couple of freshly washed cushions from dusty closets into what is now their living room. Perhaps they'll purchase a couch later down the line, but the kids seem to enjoy building a new fort for now. Attmoz helped place the 'roof', a large blanket that they had used earlier to warm up, while Glaishur held up the supporting pillows.

Furnoss wanted to chip in, though he wasn't sure where or how to. At least, not until Hornacle pulled him inside of the fort.

"Oh. Uh - I might be a little too big for this, don't you think?"

The kids didn't seem to care, enjoying his company. They were still yet to really get to know one another despite the many opportunities they've had. He didn't remember Galvana being as verbal as they were.

They began to form a story. A camping trip? Yes, that would do! In the forest? No - in a jungle! A jungle full of mysterious beings. Perhaps magical monsters, like how they viewed the powers of Attmoz or Glaishur. Yes, that would be fun! Torrt easily convinced Hyehehe to join in the game, taking on the role as one of the many magical beasts. Furnoss was the camp leader, which was basically a nice way of saying he had to continue his role as a caregiver. Hornacle was the researcher, making sketches of what the monsters looked like, while Blasoom led the way through tall trees and grass. Plixie and Vhamp took on the roles of more unknown creatures, Galvana being a medic and dragging Scaratar into the game to have a larger team of explorers. Attmoz hovered overhead, providing wind for a better atmosphere within the 'set'.

The story began with a rumor of a jester-like spirit that lived deep in the heart of the jungle. It was their job to find and capture the spirit - but what did they look like? Hornacle was on the job! Furnoss did his own research, giving the water celestial hints as to what they may discover. He warned them of the many creatures they may encounter on their journey, perhaps one that is able to fly or another that can run at the speed of light. Even so, they embarked on their adventure! Attmoz hovered above on his cloud, warning them of an upcoming storm. They encountered Plixie, a kind critter who offered to guide them further on their journey. They're, however, stopped by Vhamp - a being who only wishes to send them far away. They threaten to trap the adventurous monsters in the storm, to have them freeze in the chilling winds, and never return home! Of course, the adventuring crew wins the battle.

Strombonin chuckled at the little ones' game, even joining in occasionally for a bit of storytelling. They felt a sudden shift in the air - something it seemed the rest were not able to sense. His eyes moved to Glaishur, remembering that the cold monster had been there at all.

Glaishur had moved back from the fire to watch the kids play. He seemed a bit off, though, trembling slightly with a quickened pattern of breaths. He felt a sort of numbness growing, which only furthered a sense of danger he couldn't explain. He felt as if something was coming, as if it would cost his life. Whatever was happening, it grew worse by the second and fogged his line of sight. What was happening to his body and mind? Strombonin stood up, carefully moving to the cold monsters side and speaking softly for Glaishur to come along. They left for a separate, quieter room.

"Hey!" Attmoz called. "Where ya going?"

The question was met with no response. He began to follow before being called back by Yawstrich, who attempted to convince him to stay behind.

"I'm not sure what's happening either, but I know Strombonin - he's rarely wrong! Oh, one time I could hardly walk on my one leg, and they said 'ey! Take off that damn dress shoe! That's from last Season Of Love!' And what do you know! I was healed in minutes!"

The others seemed to be growing aware of the missing monsters. Attmoz shook off the weird stares, leaving for the hallway.

The path led to Glaishur's room, though he chose not to enter. Maybe what Yawstrich had spoken of finally made its way into Attmoz's mind. The door was barely a crack open, which the air elementalist used to look through rather than run in headfirst.

Glaishur had seated himself on his bed, audibly hyperventilating. He felt as if something awful was going to happen - was he dying? The fear was unbearable. Strombonin gave him space, lowering themself down to his Celestial's height and speaking in a cooled manner.

"Just follow my words," he said. "I promise this will pass. Just breathe in, one.. two.. three... Breathe out, one.. two.. three.."

Attmoz narrowed his eye. What was going on? Should he intervene? The two continued their counting and breathing, the Mythical giving occasional words of support. They asked if Glaishur could name a few items around the room, having him repeat the names of said items. Whatever Strombonin was doing, it seemed to help. Glaishur's vision soon returned, having to wipe his face clean. Despite being calmer, he could still feel a tightness in his chest. He was yet to stop trembling, tears building up in his eye.

"Now," the guardian stood up a bit taller once Glaishur seemed to be grounded, "Are you better?"

He didn't know. He didn't feel ok, but he didn't feel the sense of dread that had just happened. He had to remember what he was told, all the way back while in the hospital: the normal amount of pain, physically or mentally, was zero. He shook his head. No, he wasn't better yet. It wasn't all gone.

"As hard as it may be, continue your slowed breathing. This will pass, I promise. What do you think would help?"

Again, he didn't know. He motioned to the ground, where Strombonin found both Boo and his blanket. That ought to help. It seemed to, anyway.

"Are you alright if I leave for a bit? I'll be back shortly."

With a nod of Glaishur's head, they left for the door. Attmoz stumbled back, posing himself to lean against the wall on the opposite side of the hallway. Not suspicious at all, nope! It was useless, though, as the Mythical approached him anyway.

"Attmoz," They nodded. "Is Furnoss still with the little ones?"

"Yeah - uh, is Glaishur ok?"

"He's.. in a state of fragility. He is stable, though."

"Oh.. What happened?"

"I will have to speak of that to Furnoss. If you would like to help Glaishur, perhaps give him a bit of comfort. He's likely aching a bit or tired."

The air monster agreed, watching as Strombonin left. He gave the bedroom door a couple knocks before walking in, Glaishur still bundled in his blanket and holding the side of his stomach, probably aching as his Mythical had said.

"Hey, Frosty. Ya doing alright?"

Glaishur gave a small nod as an answer, scooting aside so Attmoz could take a seat. He did so, moving a bit closer.

"You mind if I..?"

The cold monster lifted up the blanket, Attmoz sliding in and wrapping both himself and Glaishur within it. He seemed to sink into his cloudy partner immediately, exhausted. Attmoz sighed, simply holding him close. It was always Glaishur who got hurt. Why did it always have to be Glaishur?

Furnoss had already separated himself from the kids, waiting within the end of the hallway for Strombonin to come back.

"What happened?" He'd ask. "Is Glaishur ok?"

"He's fine now," the cold Mythical answered. "He experienced a panic attack. Health isn't my profession, but he's likely better than before."

"A.. a what?"

"It's when adrenaline floods the bloodstream, alerting a sort of fight-or-flight response. One may feel as if their life is at stake or just general fear. These episodes are different for everyone, so I can not say exactly what Glaishur had experienced, but it's far more than a simple scare."

"Oh.. what caused it? Maybe I could find a way to stop it next time?"

"Well, sometimes these have clear triggers. Sometimes, they don't."

Strombonin lowered his head to Furnoss's, hoping his words were only audible to him.

"Furnoss, your bodies are all under a tremendous amount of stress. You're on a new island in a new home with many monsterlings to watch over. They don't understand why you have had to move so often, and those who do are only further in their decline. I don't mean to put Glaishur on a higher stool than the rest, but he experienced death itself and returned from it. I think it would be best to at least recommend having a doctor to give everyone a check-up."

The monster took a moment to step back and consider what all he could do to offer help. Furnoss seemed to be at a loss of words.

"I'm more than willing to stay and help you raise the many young ones, as well as provide you an outlet to speak your frustrations to. You're no longer alone in this situation - I'll be sure of it."

Furnoss's eyes clouded over in a thankfulness he couldn't express in words. He could, however, express it through a hug. Strombonin lowered himself down, accepting the act of kindness.

"I have a doctors number," the Celestial wiped his eyes. "The one who treated Attmoz and Glaishur. Our information was kept completely hidden from the public, and I'm sure it would be safe for them to meet us here."

The decision seems to be finalized with a nod. Strombonin leaves to the kitchen, planning to bring Glaishur some water and perhaps a sweet snack. He discovered quickly, though, that both Attmoz and Glaishur had fallen asleep a bit early. Furnoss returned to the kids, continuing their story and saving the day before bedtime arrived.

Most of the Mythicals planned to return to their Island's for the night apart from Strombonin and Strombone, staying behind in order to lend a hand if needed. As of now, though, the castle felt deep in a peaceful slumber. It wasn't long until they, too, joined the dreaming.

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Attmoz rested on the shared bed, tapping tiredly on his devices screen. It was one of the many gifts he received in his package from Hyehehe, alongside a charger and proper case. Glaishur had fallen asleep hours prior, the sparkling night visible out the window. Attmoz couldn't help but wonder why the atmosphere seemed so much duller on this island. Maybe it was the island? Could it be the castle? Eh, it's too late to be questioning it. Besides, he's got plenty more to care about than the sky.

Glaishur rested beside him, bundled up in his blanket with Boo wedged in between it and his arms. He's been in a deep slumber before the sun had fully set, seemingly comforted by Attmoz's presence. The air Celestial couldn't help but smile - it was adorable to him. Assuring, too, knowing that he's comfortable enough to sleep at all. He still worried as to what happened earlier, what Strombonin had never told.

He didn't get very deep in thoughts before being pulled back to the present. The bedroom door pushed open, Galvana standing in the hallway. They crossed their arms, trying with all their little might to seem upset. It only took Attmoz's stare to make them giggle. He motioned them in, wondering what they needed. Turns out, they wanted to remind him of his offer: the trip.

"How about tomorrow, Tiny? Attmoz has his hands full," he whispered and motioned to the sleeping monster next to him. Galvana puffed up their cheeks, threatening to throw a fit.

"Shh! Fine, ok. Just give me a second."

With the help of a few pillows and a touch of elemental magic, Attmoz slipped from Glaishurs grasp and the bed. He left for the kitchen, wanting to grab a snack and maybe a soda to bring along. Galvana took a couple packets of gummies for themself, too.

"Where do you wanna go, 'Vana? There's not many options unless you plan on going in the dark, scary woods right next to us. That or we go to the streets and freak other monsters out. Which sounds better to you?"

Galvana tore into their second bag of fruit snacks, thinking between the two options. They seemed more set on the woods, having played their earlier in the day.

"Of course you are. I'm gunna lose all my fur one day 'cause of you."

The two chatter back and forth, Galvana babbling nonsense other than a couple of understandable words, and Attmoz pretending he knows what's going on. Something about Strombone or.. something. Attmoz wondered how the rest felt about the Mythicals. They weren't annoying, other than maybe Hyehehe. Even so, he brought some thoughtful gifts and seemed to know how to act and react to most of the monsters who now resided here. Quick to adapt. Strombonin was likely the leader of the bunch, being the most mature and possibly the oldest. They were the only one who stood the night. Perhaps he would remain here? It wouldn't hurt to have a proper adult. Furnoss is incapable of such, Attmoz thought.

With the evidence of their late night snacks cleaned, Attmoz and Galvana finally started to make their way outside. Neither remember the hallway being so long. The exit seemed so far, casted in shadows and hidden from view. Still, they carried on. Attmoz fell silent, occasionally looking back. He felt as if something was following, watching him. He soon froze, grabbing Galvana by the arm to stop as well. Something was scittering closer.

"Hey!" A voice called, sending Attmoz into the sky. "Where are you going? It's dark out."

The monster came into view. It was Scaratar, very hair tangled from rolling in bed and a glass of water held between two of her arms.

"Oh. Uh - hey, Bug. I was just going back to bed, actually. 'Vana here had a nightmare, so I was just planning on-"

"You're at the front door."

Attmoz looked behind himself, the doors towering above him. He was mere inches away from the doorknob.

"Huh, that's weird. This isn't my room."

"You were sneaking out again, weren't you?" Scaratar moved closer, seeming to shed the tired look on her face. She knew exactly what was going on!

"Hey, hush! Lower the volume, Scar. Look, I'm trying to make up for what I did to Galvana back when we were on Amber Island, and they wanted to head out for the night, so I said yes! See, it was Galvana's idea, not mine. I'm an innocent bystander."

Attmoz gets a small smack on the arm from Galvana, but he doesn't seem to even notice. The poison monster paced a bit, thinking of her next words.

"Hm.. I wanna go, too!"

"Uhh, no."

"Yep! If you and Galvana want to go out for the night, I'm coming along as well!"

Scaratar circled the two, seeming to be praising her own train of thought.

"Either I go, or I'll tell Furnoss about all the dangerous stuff you're getting not only yourself in, but Galvana too."

Attmoz's tail beat against the ground, annoyed with Scaratar's smug little grin. Galvana was dead set on going out, voicing their frustration with it, too. Scaratar wasn't a bad kid per se, but this is the first time he's seen her hold Furnoss against him.

"Fine. As long as you don't leave my sight."

"Yes! Hold on, I need to grab my backpack!"

Attmoz cursed under his breath, pulling his hair and throwing a silent tantrum. Galvana should take note of it.

Finally, after all the commotion had faded, the three Celestials were able to begin the real adventure - now with the addition of a new traveler.

The night air held the light scent of rain, the grass below still covered in chilly droplets. Galvana had found a dirt road previously during their trip outside, leading deep into the woods in long, twisted turns and the occasional alternative paths to walk down. Galvana ran ahead, flipping over stones and finding a stick to wack things with. Scaratar stopped occasionally to pick a flower or take an interesting stone, filling her backpack with souvenirs to bring back.

"We walked down the trail to the left earlier," She'd tell, "and it took us to an old creek. It was completely dry! How does that happen?"

"Uh. Water gets hot and turns into steam, and that's.. clouds," Attmoz shrugged.

"Do you think Furnoss would enroll us for schooling?"

"Oh please, we're Celestials! The knowledge will just come to us."

"How do you do long division?"

"I'll have to get back to you on that one."

Galvana stood still, almost frozen until the other two caught up. Their eyes scanned over the path, dragging to the right where there was nothing but trees. Perhaps a critter has passed by? They were yet to find any that night.

"See something, Tiny?" The air monster asked. Galvana grabbed onto his hand, starting to drag him off the trail.

"Wait - wait! What if we get lost?" Scaratar called out, following behind.

Neither knew where Galvana was taking them. The dirt road disappeared behind tall grass and trees, their new direction leading far off from the planned exploration. They tripped on stumps and got branches tangled on their hair, but soon arrived where Galvana had wanted them. It seemed like a tree house, soaked and dirtied from the storm. It almost felt intimidating under the moonlight, hollowed of the monsterlings who must have played in it.

"How did you find this, 'Vana?"

Attmoz wasn't given an answer, per usual. Galvana hopped closer, asking for the older monster's to help them climb up the shaky ladder. He did so, reluctantly. Scaratar stood behind. Something just felt unsettling about it.

The wooden floor echoed the pitter-patter of the monsterling's steps, their little eyes poking from a window near the back. There wasn't much to do, considering the build was so small, but they seemed to be having fun. A light within the houses walls flickered on, emitting a deep, forest-y green.

"Wait, why is it glowing?" Scaratar asked. "How is it glowing?"

"Uh - Galvana, I think it's time to go home!" Attmoz leaped onto the rope ladder, peaking inside. A green, shimmering orb hovered within the center of the house, sparks of electricity stretching across the walls. The air monster grabbed onto Galvana's shirt, dragging them out into the night and away from the scene. Scaratar followed behind, dropping a few of her gathered gifts as the group hid behind a large stone. Despite the obvious dangers, Galvana doesn't seem all too worried.

The tree house shifted, splitting into multiple segments of wood and foliage and building itself up from the ground to form a new monster. Their body rattled with new life, shaking off dirt and pebbles that had wedged between their joints and limbs. They only stood tall for mere seconds before falling to the ground.

"Five more minutes," She complained, rolling onto her side. It seemed to be a wubbox, slightly smaller but more.. organic. Her body was made of wood, clearly, and a few yellow flowers seemed to grow on vines that twirled on her limbs. A pair of antlers stood tall off her head, tangled with decorative lights that shone a warm orange like the sun. They flickered on and off, soon burning brightly.

"Wait - who's there?"

Scaratar covered her mouth to keep herself from making any noise, Attmoz hiding her behind himself. He felt around for Galvana, only to find the little monster running off to meet the new wubbox. They enjoyed Common Wubbox - how would this one be any different?

"Oh, of course, how silly of me to keep you safe!" Attmoz hissed, kicking himself up from the ground and barreling towards the runaway monster. He had Galvana in his arms for only seconds before the ground below him shook, raising both monsters into the air within the wubbox's grasp.

"Hey, hey! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare ya'll. I didn't know anyone lived out here! I'm Sage - you don't know me? I thought everyone on Plant Island did by now."

Sage's deep hazel eyes scanned over the two little monsters she held in cupped hands. They don't look like Plant Island residents.

"Oh my stars!" She said with a small gasp. "Galvana? And Attmoz? Oh no, you should be up there!"

The two felt the air push against them as Sage hopped upon a branch, carrying them along as she climbed past the top of the many trees. Her antlers pushed aside the leaves, revealing the deep, dark sky. A gust of wind flew through the air, chilling the three.

"Oh boy, I hope I can find Starhenge - here, I can throw you back up, you'll be able to find it better than me!"

"Wait!" Attmoz finally yelled, stopping the wubbox from taking aim. "Holy shit, slow down! Starhenge fell forever ago! We live here now! Please, just take us back to the ground! Scaratar is alone down there!"

The breeze fell still as the Celestial's words caught up to the new monster. She silently nodded, bringing them all back down to the forest floor. Galvana caught a ride on Attmoz's shoulders as they reunited with Scaratar, who now trembled with fear of how suddenly she had lost everyone. Sage sat in the tall grass, speaking slower as to not frighten anymore anymore than she already had.

"You fell all the way from Starhenge?"

"It's a long story," Attmoz answered, cleaning the leaves from Scaratar's hair and assuring her that they were safe. Not the most fun first night out, but at least she got a taste of the adrenaline her cousin got when leaving without permission.

"And.. you live here now. On Plant Island?"

Galvana gave a small whistle in reply.

"Well.. You're a lot smaller than I would have expected. I never met Galvana - our oldest sibling, Wubbox, was the only one of us who had. You know, that guy is weird. They choose to go by 'Wubbox', but that's our species name! Can't make it change its mind, though. Not my job too, either. I'll just let everyone else be confused."

"Who are you?" Scaratar spoke up.

"Ah, got off topic. My name is Sage - I'm the Plant Island wubbox, or 'epic' wubbox, as I've been called occasionally. Not real sure what's so 'epic' about me, though. I'm far shorter than every other wubbox, I'm made of wood - you thought I was a tree house!"

"Because you were!"

"Ah, I was sleeping."

Galvana seemed interested in Sage, specifically the green orb that floated within her wooden ribs. She lifted them up, acknowledging their curiosity. They giggled, pulling on her finger and making a bit of music. She responded with the same rattling noise from before, wondering what had happened to them.

"You're so.. different than I remember. What happened? Or.. can you not speak?"

"They can," Attmoz answered. "Not a lot, but they can. When Starhenge fell, we became kids again. There's more to explain, but that's all that really matters. Believe me, Furnoss could talk about it for hours."

Scaratar looked between the air monster and Sage, unsure of what to make of it. What was Starhenge? Had she been told and just forgotten? She remembered being told she was a Celestial, not that she knew what one was.

"What's that ball in your chest?" She asked.

"That's my core. It keeps me alive, basically."

"Why is it exposed if it's so important?"

"Well, it's not as fragile as you'd think. See, I had spent many years under the ground before sparking to life, and over that time, I evolved to fit this specific island. This here orb is stronger than almost every material known to monster kind. There's also some weird magnetic stuff going on in there, so it can't be pulled out easily. Only one monster can break or remove it."

Galvana reached towards the orb. Sage moved them away.

"Don't even think about it."

The little monster laughed to themself, a few green sparks visibly sparking from their arms. Must be due to being exposed to the supernatural powers - it would make sense at least.

"So Galvana made you but kept you underground?" Attmoz questioned.

"Well, yeah, but it was for evolutionary purposes. Not like I knew who they were - couldn't tattle on them, haha! Ahem. But uh, no, I'm not mad or nothing."

"And.. why are you out in the woods?"

"Why are you out in the woods? Isn't it past your bedtime, tiny thing?"

Scaratar opened her mouth to speak, Attmoz slapping a hand over it to keep her quiet.

"It is, isn't it?"

"It's complicated."

"Well.. I'm here to keep the greenery safe. Plant Island is becoming more polluted every day. These monsters are using up all their resources, and a lot of plant species are just nonexistent now. Air quality is bad, and trees can hardly grow. This here forest is one of the few areas protected by law."

"What does 'by law' mean?"

"Oh honey, you have missed out on a lot."

Sage settled Galvana down onto the ground, allowing the oldest of the bunch to regain control.

"Point is, I'm keeping this place safe. Other monsters are starting to become aware of it, too. If we're lucky, maybe we'll make some progress in the following years. Now.. why are you here?"

With an annoyed sigh, Attmoz began to tell the long tale. Scaratar listened in, just as unaware as Sage is. It wasn't long in that Galvana fell asleep. The wubbox offered to help make the trip back to their castle faster, promising to keep quiet so no one was aware of their little adventure tonight. They were hesitant to agree but too tired to disagree. She seemed trustworthy enough. Perhaps it will be fine. A nod of the head and their trip began, now accompanied by a new monster.

There always seemed to be more to learn about the monster world. Attmoz wondered if Glaishur would like to meet Sage. He wondered how Scaratar felt about learning their past. He would find out tomorrow after a good night's rest - whenever that would be. Maybe tonight.

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[sweetiesicheng]

jun - dinner

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alert alert !! happy jun day !

wow, it’s been awhile haha. hope everyone is well ~

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on your way to one of your favorite restaurants, a bunch of your friends were blowing up your phone with text messages. you glanced at your phone for a second before putting it back in your pocket and walking across the street. you walked for a bit more before heading into the restaurant and ordering your usual meal at the counter.

you sat down at a table with two seats with a buzzer sitting on the table. you started reading through the texts you received. some were about a party one of your friends was going to host while others started roasting each other or sending memes. you rolled your eyes and put your phone down and finally took your headphones off. you put your headphones in your bag and took out your sketch pad. you opened the pad until you were at one of the designs that you were working on earlier and started working on it some more.

eventually, the buzzer started vibrating against the table and you picked it up. you headed to the counter and returned the buzzer while a worker checked your receipt to make sure your order was correct.

"excuse me? can i get another container of sauce?"

you turned your head when someone else spoke. a guy was standing next to you. he was clearly taller than you, and you noticed him wearing a shirt that belonged to your university.

hm, i wonder what his major is...

the same worker handed him a container of sauce and the guy walked away. then, the worker slid a tray to you with your meal on it.

"thank you," you quietly spoke and picked the tray up. you went back to your table and placed the tray on the table before sitting down.

out of curiosity, you looked around and saw the guy from earlier sitting at a table with a bunch of people.

i'm gonna look creepy if i keep looking. maybe i'll see him again on campus.

you turned around and put your headphones on again. you started playing a show on your phone and started eating your dinner.

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awhile later, you were still sitting at the table. you had eaten your dinner and returned the tray to a trash can.

music was playing from your headphones and you continued working on designs for a show that your department was hosting.

you looked at the time and decided to head out for the night. you packed your bag and got up from the chair when you noticed someone near you. you looked over and saw the guy from earlier.

he started talking but you still had your headphones off. you paused the music playing and took your headphones off.

"i'm sorry. what did you say?" you asked him.

"oh, um, you're y/n, right?" he asked. you nodded in response. "i'm jun! i don't think we've ever met, but minghao has talked around you a bunch.

"oh, you're one of his suite mates, right?" you asked him.

he nodded to confirm, "yea, i'm roommates with soonyoung, if you know him."

"oh, i've met him a few times. me and minghao haven't really hung out lately. both of us have a bunch of stuff to do for the fashion show the department is hosting," you mentioned. "it was really nice to meet you. maybe after everything is over, then we could hang out with the others," you said with a smile.

"if you aren't busy, the night after the show's over, we're hosting a party at one of our friends's apartment. you should come to it," jun suddenly offered.

"oh, that sounds fun," you smiled, "sure. just have minghao text me the details," you requested.

"or i could just get your number from you?"

"huh?"

"it might be easier since both of you are busy?" he replied, "no, uh, i'll tell him later when i go back. see ya!" he said before turning around.

"wait!" you spoke up, causing him to turn around again, "here." you opened your bag and grabbed a pen and your sketch pad. you ripped a page off and wrote your phone number down. "you're right, it'd be easier if you texted since me and minghao are busy," you said to him and handed him the piece of paper.

"you didn't need to waste your paper for that," jun said to you as he folded the paper up and held it in his hand.

you shook your head, "it's alright." you looked at the time, "sorry, i should go. i really need to work on stuff."

he nodded, "yea of course. see ya."

you smiled, "see you later."

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[atmiek]

Happy summer! What’s up?? Been painting here and there, dreadfully slow, working another sketch page. Also a commission sale coming up real soon for those interested. (Edit: scratch that, actually I’ve decided to take a break from commissions until further noticed since I’m not sure how things will be in a couple months. Referring back to that job thingy and I want to just spend some time working on personal work. Commissions will be back later this year!)  And actually I’ve been working on my personal project which is a real surprise so peeps can lurk at that :’) I might be starting a new job here soon as well; not entirely sure how that’s gonna be affecting my already slow content yet, but hopefully not by much. Guess we’ll see in the long run, keep ya updated.  Stay cool, stay safe. Have a nice fourth of July weekend. Peace! ---- Available as a print & more here!

#ryu ga gotoku #rgg #yakuza #haruka sawamura #mame #summer #sega #update

[perfect-snaccccccc]

Fic Snippet :)

thanks for the tag @courfee

here’s another lil snippet for ya from a random spot later in the fic :))

There was an ease there - a playful tactility - the comfortable reassurance that everything which transpires between them is…weightless. But James had that sunlight in his eyes again, the kind that gilds every surface, burnishing them in warmth. Regulus had always felt that this light had rendered him brighter, that in James’ presence, he glowed. But Lily sparkled all on her own, fierce and strong. She doesn’t need him the way that Regulus fears he might, Lily Evans is already shining.

James is in the middle of a sketch, muttering excitedly as the page comes to life beneath his capable hands. The charcoal whispers against the page, underpinning the intimate quiet that languishes in every corner of the secluded studio as his thumb brushes the lighter contours into place. He looks up as Lily cuts him off slightly, but only to suggest an alteration. Regulus watches as James melts, shaking his head like the suggestion had been plucked from his own brain. He replies with a goofy smile on his face and Lily isn’t having any of it, swatting him away. James swats back and the notebook falls to the ground, completely forgotten in the pantomimic struggle that shatters the idyllic tableaux of an artist's process. Forgotten are the hands gently arranged in the afternoon light, pressed and moulded with the silent reverence of a pagan altar. The studio is alive with laughter and playful scolding, the thud of skin against knit jumpers as they grapple, reaching for loose sheets and the promise of closeness.

Sequestered in a cool corner, swaddled in breeze and shadows, Regulus can’t help but think that this scene is…simpler. That if he could write himself out, paint himself into the corners, linger in the familiar, unforgiving clutches of marble - live for the glimpses of light that scatter between entwined figures - the world could continue to turn as it always has and he could bask in the afterglow of James Potter smiling. It could be enough. He could survive off that, even if it would feel like his organs were collapsing under the weight of his ribcage and his heart was slowly caving in. So long as there was space for one vein and one artery to keep his blood moving and his chest heaving, he would lean into the pain. Regulus would press his finger into the wounds until he felt something, anything at all. Anything to convince him that the choices he was making were the right ones, while still allowing himself the excuse to remain in the low light, always watching. Always there. Never to be seen.

@courfee more pls

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#jegulus #marauders #regulus black #marauders era #james potter #lily evans #sirius black #creaking in my bones #oisin being confused #fic snippet #marauders fanfic

[persnickety-peahen]

i saw a post talking about how wild the human brain is, and in the comments, someone mentioned aphantasia, which made me feel things and i just have to talk about it so here ya go all seven of my followers and people interested in whatever tags i end up using:

if you don't know what aphantasia is, no shame at all. although it's becoming more widely known and researched, it's still a fairly obscure neurological condition. heck, i only know about it because i read an article on it once about six years ago and realized, hey, i have that!

essentially, aphantasia is the lack of a mind's eye, an inability to voluntarily produce mental images. sometimes it's acquired after a brain injury, but it's predominantly just something folks are born with. estimates about the number of people it affects vary pretty significantly—i've seen everything from 1% or less to as much as 5% of the global population! that's wild! statistically, that means you might probably know someone with aphantasia . . . or maybe you have it yourself but, like me, didn't even know it was a thing until someone told you it was and now you've got a little mini existential crisis on your hands where you realize that the brains of at least 95% of the people you know work in a fundamentally different way from your brain and you're missing out on an experience they all have in common and aaaaah

i don't know anyone else irl who has aphantasia, so when i find someone online who does it's like that moment when a dog sees another dog and recognizes that they're a dog and just goes absolutely crazy. i am consumed by the desire to overshare infodump about all the ways aphantasia has affected my life and then compare notes like, do you also have such a bad autobiographical memory that more than half of your childhood memories are actually reconstructions based on stories other people have told you about your own life? do you also sometimes get unreasonably anxious about being a victim of a crime someday and getting a good look at the perpetrator but not being able to describe them to police later because you can't picture what they look like and even a sketch artist wouldn't help and would probably only make things worse as whatever they draw would slowly replace what little memory you do have? are you one of those aphantasiacs who never got into reading because you couldn't picture things? or are you like me and loved reading anyway, but a) got really bored and pulled out of it when authors spent time describing what something or someone looked like because it didn't do anything for you and b) got really confused when your friends would talk about how they didn't like the movie adaptation of something because it "wasn't how they pictured it when reading" and you didn't know what the hell they meant by that? and then you went on to become a creative writer obsessively concerned with imagery and if you have enough of it to satisfy those people who actually like when things are visually described? do you want to get into drawing but give up in frustration every time you try because of the lack of direction you experience from not having an image in your mind's eye to that you're trying to draw in the first place? do you need visual aids to really understand certain scientific and mathematical concepts? were you frustratingly bad at making and interpreting graphs for school projects and presentations? and now you hope you picked a career path where you won't ever have to do that ever again?

are you also terrible at estimating distance and length and height because words like "foot" or "meter" mean nothing to you, much less bigger measurements like miles and kilometers? do you also need google maps to get anywhere despite living in the same city your whole life because lacking a mind's eye also means you lack the ability to make mental maps? were your inability to navigate and difficulty with measurements something people made fun of you for the same way they made fun of me for it? and now that you know you have aphantasia you can snap back at them and be all, actually the reason i can't navigate or understand measurements is because of a neurological condition so you're basically making fun of me for being disabled, how about that? do you also sometimes get sad and think about how you don't really remember anymore what your loved ones who've passed away look like? or even what your loved ones who aren't currently in the same room as you look like? how you rarely notice if someone got a haircut or new piercing or tattoo or otherwise changed their appearance because you can't visually compare it to how they looked the last time you saw them?

when you try to picture a loved one's face, what happens? me, i run through a list of traits in my head, oftentimes more focused on personal attributes than physical ones because that's what i'm actually capable of remembering consistently. i don't just know what someone's hair or eye color is—i have to memorize it, like a fact for school. mom and dad have blue eyes. my husband has hazel-ish green eyes. my best friend is blonde, but her hair is darker now than it was when we were kids, and she got glasses while we were going to college in different cities, i should know that by now and stop being surprised when i see her wearing glasses. her mom, my second mother, has straight brown hair and a long face, but i can't remember what color her eyes are even though i've known her for twenty years. i think they're blue, but i can't picture it. i don't know for sure, and if i think about it too long it kills me. when i have kids, will i remember their eye colors? or will i have to ask my husband if he knows?

i take a lot of pictures. all the time, of everything—of people, of scenery, of my food, or myself, of pets and cools animals i see strolling around the city. boomers criticize me for not living in the moment, and it makes me feel awful, like i have to choose between experiencing something and remembering it. cause yeah, without the pictures, i would forget. i keep movie stubs and playbills and fair tickets and museum handouts and even fucking hospital bracelets, and i cherish them the same way other people cherish religious items.

it's lonely sometimes, having aphantasia.

the people close to me know about it, so they know how to accommodate me in relation to it, and they're supportive and interested in learning more. but they don't live with it themselves, so even though they know what it is, they don't know what it is, ya know? their knowledge is all second hand. as wonderful as my people are, when i'm really feeling my aphantasia and getting into those sad thought spirals, talking with them about it just isn't the same as it would be to talk with someone else who has aphantasia and has dealt with the same issues and feelings about it

i guess in the end i just want what we all do: community. when i find someone else with aphantasia, i don't wanna be like a dog seeing another dog because i'm so starved for contact with other folks like me; i wanna be like someone recognizing another member of a long distance club i regularly participate in, like hey! same hat! and then go about the rest of my day because i'm satisfied with the community i have. ya know?

anyways yes this is a free invite to message me if you have aphantasia or think you might have it and you wanna compare notes and chat about shared experiences, or alternately if you know someone who has aphantasia or are just curious about it and want to learn more about it :D

#i almost made the ah longer to better convey the sense of existential panic #but long nonsense words like that or strings of emojis can be hell for folks with screen readers #aphantasia #loneliness #the intense desire for community #just neurodivergent things #maybe #cause like yeah obviously aphantasia impairs my ability to do certain things in a way that causes distress #but does that make it a disability? #cause disability feels like way too big and important a word for my experience with aphantasia #like i'm being overdramatic about something that doesn't actually impact me that much #but then again it does significant affect the way i interact with and see the world #and it is literally a neurological condition #can i call myself neurodivergent? #do i have a right to use that identity and claim it as my own? #language is hard #long post

[clarktooncrossing]

HELLO THERE PEOPLE OF TODAY AND ROBOTS OF TOMORROW! IT'S ME, CLARK!

Happy National Cartoonists Day, everyone! What, you didn't think my current computer crisis would stop me from celebrating the Holiday, did ya? Actually, it almost did. Y'see, despite this piece being drawn by hand, my computer's scanner wouldn't save the file onto my craptop. My computer's going through a processing error, meaning it's set to stop working any day now. Fortunately this hunk'a junk managed to work just long enough for me to upload the newest Sketch BOOM! Yes my friends, the Sketch BOOM is back! I figured if I could only post one thing for NCD it might as well be something covered head to toe with cartoons. Some pretty well drawn cartoons too, if you pardon me tootin' my own horn. It just feels so good to have drawn something, have it come out looking as good as it does, and to be able to upload it here on tumblr for you all to see. For the record though, screw tumblr's stupid@$$ upload size limit, I freak'n hate websites that do that! It makes me as mad as a blood-cursed Croczilla fighting a sentient mobile home, but we'll get to that in a bit. For now though, let's see what silly sketches managed to make their way onto the page, starting from the top left corner and making our way down.

Don't forget to be on the lookout for the Snow Conies, the tiny sentient species of snow cones that have invaded almost every part of the page! Can you spot all 8?

[1] DID SOMEONE SAY PIZZA? You wanna know what the downside is of drawing at the bottom of the page and working your way up is? You have tiny pockets of blank space that you're unsure what to do with. Such was the case was this corner, having been left blank after drawing #2. For a while I thought of filling the void with a cosmically charged Snow Conie in the same vein at Rosie, but the Cosmic Cutie was already part of the BOOM due to Discord shenanigans. Instead I opted for a Clarktoon that sadly hasn't been drawn in a while, that being the ever-goofy Pizza Monster. No doubt he was lured here by the scent of all the pretzel pizzas I've been eating lately. While he was here I decided to experiment with his expressions, adding more cheek to his smile. Honestly I think he looked better without them. Still, I'm happy to see him here as I hope all of you are. Now if only he'd stop hogging all the grub!

[2] EYE OF THE THERIAN Rosie isn't the only character here due to Discord shenanigans. At the beginning of every month my friend @Foxhatart opens herself up to sketch suggestions on her Kofi page. For the record, those of you wanting to help out another artist keep food in their bellies can click here. With a few of these Kofi slots still left open, Fox came to her friends asking if they had any ideas for pics involving her characters. Not knowing a ton about her characters, I joked that she ott'a draw her half-lemur girl Cath bench press a bus, her freakish strength having become a reoccurring gag via game nights. Funny as the idea was, I didn't expect Fox to actually do it. You can imagine my surprise when this popped up in my inbox a few days later. Consider this doodle a long overdue 'thank you'. Here we see the crazy Cath lifting weights with, of all peeps, Bumper! No doubt the little marshmallow's here for moral support since he can't actually build up any muscle mass. Ghost problems, am I right? Hope you enjoy this silly little sketch, Fox. Next time I'll have Cath bench-pressing your mortal nemesis; a train.

[3] TOOK ME LONG ENOUGH Despite what I said about Pizza Monster, he actually wasn't the last sketch to be included. No, that honor goes to the metal mercenary, the bodacious bot bounty hunter, the anarchistic anti-hero herself; Candy Banger! Much like the aforementioned monster I figured it had been too long since I drew Candy or really any of the robotic cast of 3K. Atop of that, Candy represented a good chance for me to use the stockpile of poses I've saved up from a thumb drive. Using one from a tumblr site called @posereference turned out to be surprisingly easier than anticipated, the only real flaw in the end being how I colored her. This is one of many coloring errors I made on this piece, Candy's hair looking more bluish purple than I had intended. Still, considering I drew her at all, I doubt Candy's complaining. Here's hoping I can draw more of her in the future, otherwise I might be riddled with bullet holes like that wall behind her. 

[4] AN AVERAGE DAY AT WHIMSYLAND And thus we've arrived to the first sketch of this compilation given to me by a friend, this one coming from @jackieariane. She and I both suffered during the Chapek administration of Disney, Jart regaling me with tales of when she dealt with rude customers at Animal Kingdom. It reminded me of when my friends AnimatedTigerGirl and RigbyH00ves worked at the Floridan Park too, all three of my companions having a surprisingly miserable experience. All these stories started melting together in my brain until I asked the question; what would happen if Brooklyn Nine Nine was set at Disneyland? Thus Whimsyland was born, albeit originally out of spite towards Chapek. I already detailed all this back in the DUDELZ from the Dumpster I posted earlier this year, but I failed to mention the human protagonist of this story, Wendy. Having been to Whimsyland once in her life at a young age, the young Vietnamese gal with OCD was immediately smitten by the place, vowing she'd someday work there. Spending the rest of her life researching the park and watching Matt Whimsy documentaries on uView, you can imagine Wendy's disappointment when she returned to the Perkiest Place on the Planet to find nothing was as perky. Whimsyland had lost its whimsy. It's here where she met Freddy Fox, the cartoon mascot of the company living in exile over how the house Matt built is being run today. In other words, what I'd imagine Mickey would be doing if he were real. Together these two kindred spirits are set to bring magic back to this wonderland! Overall I'm pleased with how the sketch turned out, though Wendy's face reminds me of my character Sue the Game Genie more than I'd prefer. Also, Fred Fox is way bigger than intended, no doubt I'll be changing that for future depictions of these two. For now though, this drawing has just enough Whimsy for my liking. 

[5] CROCZILLA: BLOOD CURSE More Discord Shenanigans! This time it's the result of a Dungeons & Dragons campaign that @burningthrucelluloid somehow roped me into yet again. Instead of robots and dragons set in a medieval fantasy however, this time it's elves and crocodiles in an approximation of the American south. One ruled by Jerimiah Strahd, a ruthless blood-sucking bastard that Alec based off Leonardo DiCaprio's character from Django Unchained. If that wasn't a sign of how crazy this campaign has become, here's an actual moment from the game. The heroic but hesitant human Jason (YoungSamurai18), the loud-mouthed scaredy cat Toby (Mr-Herp-Derp), and the silent but deadly Ed (void-android), and the equally hungry and adventurous Crocie (me, of course) were hunting for a witch named Bubba Lysiga when all of a sudden the witch brought her mobile home to life in order to attack our heroes. Worse still, she put Ed under mind control to attack his comrades. Croc got the worst of it, his HP dropping to 0 due to him falling from the house and getting stomped on by its gigantic set of wooden chicken legs. Did I mention this campaign gets strange? Well it got even crazier when a dark, shadowy entity housed in Croc's body suddenly gave him a recharge, the reptile taking the chance to mix a Heat and Growth potion he obtained earlier to become CROCZILLA! It was a moment Alec was hoping would happen in game and I didn't intend on disappointing. Same goes for this sketch, it mostly going just as envisioned in my head. The pissed off look on my green friend's face, the damage done to the rusty trailer that is the witch's house, the tiny silhouettes of Croc's teammates in said home, the heavy fog, the Earth-shattering roar in the background, it all came out great. Save for one detail. You'll notice that Croc's eyes are black with red irises in this pic. That detail's due to Croc having blood curse abilities, hence the dark entity sharing rental space in his body. As such, you'd think Croc's fire breath would be just as vibrantly red, but sadly that idea didn't occur to me until after I made the fire blue as well as the shine off every surface. Spam it! Still, coloring hiccup aside, I'm mighty proud of this pic! Hopefully so are the rest of the Barovian Bozos that make up my team. 

[6] WONDER ZIGGY, CINEPHILE FROM THE PLANET GARBONZA EVEN MORE DISCORD SHENANIGANS! Cut to a few months back and I was restructuring my Discord server, cutting down the multiple move threads it had before merging them all into one. Being the story-driven bozo I am, I quickly wrote a backstory for this thread involving an alien named Ziggy falling in love with the Earth B-Movies he was picking up on his deep space probe. So much so that he came down to our planet only to discover there were even MORE types of movies for him to enjoy! It overwhelmed him so much that he blacked out, awakening the next day having purchased a since abandoned drive-in theater on the outskirts of Clarksburg. Faced with this new impulse purchase, Ziggy followed the oldest piece of wisdom known to man or alien; Screw it. After a refurb Ziggy reopened the drive-in, screening B Movies and cinematic shlock to an appreciative public. And if you can believe it, I typed all of that out after thinking about it for five minutes. My brain is weird like that. All that said, it'd take a couple of RP sessions before I got his personality down, that being an MST3K character if the show were written by Joe-Bob Briggs. In other words, a surprisingly well educated weirdo with a deep love of Hollywood history. It'd take me a while longer before finally sketching him, basing him off the titular villain from Robot Monster, an appropriate design for someone who loves old, cheesy movies. All he was missing was a pink Hawaiian shirt and a cowboy hat. If you think he's strange, you should meet his wife Wanda, though let's save that for a future BOOM...

[7] LOOKIN' SPAM GOOD! What better way to show my friends I care than drawing them in ridiculous outfits? This sketch, the first to be included in this BOOM, is a merging of two repurposed ideas I had for other pictures. The first would've involved the Swedish menace Finjix with a fish bowl on his head much to the confusion of Alec, the recipient of a kawaii make over. I can't remember where the fishbowl idea spawned from but Sir Alec the Adorable came from him scoffing at the idea that I could make anything cute, himself included. Just you wait Alec, I'll get you someday! For now though I swapped out making him uber-adorable in favor of dressing him up like the Wasp from Earth's Mightiest Heroes, the awesome animated show he finally binge-watched on my behalf. Granted I could've drawn him as Maria Hill, the character on the show he deemed the sexiest, but it wouldn't have been as funny. After all, all Maria's outfit is a blue jumpsuit. Far less interesting than Jart's leather jacket, an image that popped into my noggin following her telling me she's learning to ride a bike. That and me desperately clinging onto the back as she gave me a ride, but that would've been harder to draw. Instead I went for the jacket, a fashion statement that would be stupid in real life since she lives in the infamously hot country of Vietnam. Yet even in the face of logic, Jart not only humored me but encouraged me to include this in the final sketch. Thank goodness she did cuz I love how it turned out, minus the green stripes that were accidentally colored black like the rest. DRATS! Not only that but she informed me that she was no longer using her fursona, instead opting to draw herself as a human from now on. DOUBLE DRATS! Ah well, I have more ideas involving 'Trang the Tyrant' as I've nicknamed her, so chances are I'll get the chance to correct both mistakes in the future. It might also give me another chance to draw myself as Super Giraffe, which was what I originally intended to do with my own fursona. Sadly the costume still needs work so instead I opted for my classic Pagonian Wizard robes. Even in the face of all these snafus, I think we all look spam good!

[8] ROSIE STARDUST, SPACE WIZARD Turns out I'm always right even when I'm spewing nonsense. Don't believe me? Plenty of peeps have made that mistake before. Take my friend Alec for example. In the midst of him running the current Strahd campaign I mentioned earlier, I jokingly tossed out the idea of Rosie transporting our heroes out of Barovia and into another universe. A cute 'What If' scenario the Dungeon Master wasted no time in shooting down. Mistaking my silly suggestion as a legit one, Alec explained how unfair it'd be for a god to play a game with a bunch of mortal meatbags. Let the record show that I never declared the sentient Einstein-Rosen Bridge to be a deity. Some alien cultures have mistaken her from one, but Rosie herself would be the first to tell you she's no holy being. Not that any of that mattered. Alec held firm to his statement, Rosie was denied access to any dungeons. For about six seconds before my buddy realized how a depowered Rosie would make a wonderful wizard for a Spelljammers campaign. Fueling this fire was his recent watching of The Owl House, imagining Rosie rocking wizard robes similar to those worn by The Good Witch Azura. Before I could say, "NOW EAT THIS SUCKA," he was leading the charge on my server of peeps demanding I draw Rosie as a space wizard. At first I was floored at the audacity! You shoot down an idea that wasn't meant to be taken seriously only for you to turn around and do so anyway? MAKE UP YOUR SPAM MIND! Then I followed Alec's example and got over it, the idea of Rosie in wizards robes too tempting a sketch not to capitalize on. In the end the only aspect of Azura that made it into the final product was the hat, minus the cute lil' crown. Everything else took cues from the fashion of @cherrysdesigns along with a style @girlofhearts101 turned me towards called whimsigoth. All of which resulting in an costume that gave Alec 'David Bowie Ziggy Stardust vibes'. It's thanks to that comment that Rosie now has a last name. Everyone, say hello to Rosie Stardust, universal explorer and space wizard!

[9] DIREKTOR AND 3D1T0-R Is there a Hollywood equivalent in the Star Wars universe? Some sort of glamorous planet where overpaid alien celebrities are shamelessly rebooting beloved classics for a profit? All while amazing writers are getting screwed out of the earnings they deserve? This was what I asked Alec during his binge watching of The Clone Wars. Surprising me once more, the Masked Maniac revealed that he had asked SIM-N the same question before, the two creating a character called The Direktor for their Monova comics. Her whole gimmick was producing hypnotic propaganda for the tyrannical Twin Emperors, a cool concept that never went anywhere due to the robotroll cutting From Destiny's Ashes short. Being the character man that I am, I decided The Direktor couldn't go to waste. Especially when she'd make such a good villain in the world of 3K and a good addition to this BOOM. After asking SIM-N for the character's original reference sheet I set out to give her a Clarktoon makeover while watching cutscenes of The Second Sister from Jedi: Fallen Order. No doubt Elizabeth Grullon's intimidating vocal performance effected my outcome, the alien movie maker now sporting a streamlined outfit along with a smugly sinister smile on her face. As apposed to her boss, the Direktor's little droid 3D1T0-R hardly changed in the transition. He was a little creepy ball to start and he's still a little creepy ball now. One that was cooked up by Alec according to SIM-N, which makes sense given our pal's passion for film editing. Once the two were fully drawn I decided to test out my shading and lighting techniques in an attempt to make her look more menacing. If the response I got from the others on Discord is any indication, I succeeded. Indeed, this fem fatale filmmaker will fit in phenomenally as a 3K villain. Now the question is to who? 

[10] JURAKISS Finally we conclude things with a sketch somewhat prompted by @zernna. Way back in August of last year she was commissioned to draw my cretaceous crusader Saura and her girlfriend Patricia enjoying a delightful day at the pool, a pic as charming as that description would imply. In my comment thanking Ze I couldn't help but laugh at how the two had already been declared a cute couple despite how I hadn't drawn the two together in my own artwork yet. The Alien Artist than demanded I draw 'moar art of them then', prompting me to ask if that was a challenge. She said yes. Though not from a lack of trying, it took me nine freak'n months to meet that challenge. Blame that on me being a picky artist since I have been meaning to draw references of these characters in the meantime. After all, Zerna got asked to draw Saura in other pics without having any color references for the Blue Beast of Fosslin. Fortunately Saura's shown up in a number of previous Sketch BOOMs, now getting to share the spotlight with Patricia here. A Patricia that would've been notably paler were it not for Alec asking if I had any markers that matched Patricia's skin tone. I didn't, but the local hobby store did! Who knew Sharpie made skintone markers? It not only helped me color in the cute Muslim girl here, but also Cath and Wendy later on. Talk about a perfect purchase! Now if only the colors of Patricia's outfit were as satisfactory. Ah well, there's always next time, since I'm pretty sure Zerna's challenge still stands. XP For now though, I hope you all enjoy this compilations of crazy scribblings fresh from my mind. If you didn't, worry not, chances are I'll be making another one soon....

MAY THE GLASSES BE WITH YOU ALL!

#ClarktoonCrossing #Clarktoons #National Cartoonist Day #cartoonist #The Owl House #avengers: earth's mightiest heroes #wasp #robot #Robot Monster #b movie #Pizza Monster #pizza #exercise #Foxhat #Cath #lemur #Therian #Therian Tail #Bumper #ghost #spooky #cute #Candy Banger #Crocie #crocodile #Croczilla #Curse of Strahd #dungeons and drawings #Bubba Lysiga #mobile homes

[blazingstaro]

Adopts season +CUSTOMS!

Ya girl's got a need for new clothes with 100-120˚F (38-48˚C) dry Summer heat on the horizon, and no sight of employment, so it's adopts time! PayPal/Venmo, and CUSTOMS! (On DA, I will be accepting their on-site currency "Points" as an option, since it is convertible into tangible funds)

Yes, this season, I'll be taking custom adopts orders! Not just within Kirby, but most any fandom or original stuff! [Please know that I retain the right to deny a request if I am uncomfortable with fulfilling it/goes against my policies or morals]

I have a very short stamina for doing custom art for folks, which is why my commissions have been permanently closed. However, I seem to have a little steam left for designing characters, so I'm offering this up as an option! Might do a fusion sheet (totally inspired by my pal JumpyL123 , no shame) too later on in the Summer!

There will be a bit of an unusual thing regarding these customs, however, due to my stamina issue:

I will take only one custom order at a time.

No order batches like commissions, just one at a time.

If there's enough interested parties, I'll set up a wait list, though! <3

The reason being is so then I can focus on that one order, then have it worked upon and finished moments after said order is placed. I'll do as many as I have the energy to in a day (which might be like two or three at max depending on my energy levels/time), and won't take on another order until my current one is finished! My energy is pretty limited, so that's why I'll only take one at a time, because I cannot guarantee I'll always have the energy to do more.

Taking on several orders/requests at once has always overwhelmed me to where I'd get task paralysis and completely shut down from the pressure, so this new style is something I've been trying out for a while now and it seems to be working. I get it done immediately, and there's no pressure with a looming stack of more waiting behind it. It's lame, I know, and it'll require a bit of patience on your guys' end; I just need to take care of myself too in this way ;u;/

This new drawing technique I have allows me to finish art at a very alarmingly fast pace, so I assure it won't be a very long wait depending on requested details! At most a day!

The usual adopt sheets will have either single or multiple custom slots available on top of my pre-made designs! Of course they'll be Kirby focused, but I'm thinking of adding a twist in some of the themes! I'll leave some for you guys to vote on in later Polls! (suggestions are always welcome by the way!! I love to keep a list of 'em and try 'em out!)

BUT YEAH! That is all for now! I'll make a post later with rate and payment options, as well as open status!

If this customs system works out really well, I might consider bringing back my commissions! Those will be much more rare, though, since it takes much more effort/energy for me to make full illustrations. Sketches, mmmm maybe though HMMM

#financial struggles #adopts #adoptables #commissions #custom adopt #kirby #kirby series #financially struggling

[ruthytwoshakes]

oh heyyyyy guess who has gotten ,, 3 sleep hours in the past two days???? not me I actually got like 5. Feel bad for whoever got only 3

oh and uh I got no sleep because I have been very busy cleaning and packing and unpacking and more cleaning and driving and helping friends and not sleeping and

so I will not get to finish the last two days of the tf2 Valentine’s Day event on time. Sobbing crying. But that is okay 👍👍👍👍👍 I can finish them later this week yay. As an apology I have some sketches to share yay ,,,,,,, might have to make a part 2 hmmmmmm

okay so my idea for this was like,, soldier and engie keep their helmets and shit in because it’s like a ,, important thing to them idk you decide,,,, and uhh then they decide to take them off as a trust thingy,, and then spy happens. uhhh this was when I was still learning how to draw the mercs so it does not look too much like them but it’s fine. was supposed to be for the event. Might finish idk

A part 2 to my day 1 submission! I like the story kinda thingy I’ve come up with,, but I suck major ass at writing fanfics so I’ll just make some little comics eventually. I kinda gave up on this because I couldn’t pose it correctly and my random 2 am burst of energy ran out.

Saw the pose and immediately knew I had to draw them. Might make another version with demoman lmao

Made these quick sketches of the team being father figures or epic friends with scout,, uhhh got distracted and forgor to add pyro and sniper oops. Might finish!!

I LIED PROMISCUOUS GIRL,,, IM NOT GOING TO SHOW YOU MY TF2 SKETCHES. NOW TAKE A SEAT WHILE I SHOW YOU MY CHARACTERS INSTEAD B))

that is Sam and Flint, Sam is the cat perch and Flint is the cat. They are pirates and horrible,, I love them.

there ya go here’s some stuff,,,, original template by KillerCat on twit I think!!

all righty now that you’re hooked uhh look at the reblog for part two lol I couldn’t fit all the photos.

#daffys drawings #moonlight chronicles #tf2 fanart #tf2 #sketches

[wench-and-jezebel]

Dark Angel Reaction: C.R.E.A.M.

Jezebel (@typicalopposite) reacts [with occasional asides by Wench (@scripted-downfall)]

Brief aside for yet another stunning introductory conversation:

Jezebel: How many episodes are in season one? Wench: kjdsflkajs Like, 21 Jezebel: Season two? Wench: Also 21 Jezebel: And how many is Ackles in? Wench: Um… 21 - 3 + 1, so 19.  Ish. Jezebel: OK that’s good Wench: ??? Jezebel: I was like am I really gonna have to deal with this version of Max for that long and not even get my fill of Ackles Wench: askdjflkajdflkjadf The first Ackles ep is episode 17 of s1; you'll have a fix soon.  Jezebel: Yeah but he dies that’s… That’s like getting a fix but it’s laced with something that cancels the fix  before you really enjoyed it Wench: ... I'm adding this conversation to the post

There ya go; an insight into our bonkers mental states at the start of this episode

– – –

[Okay, I’m sorry, but this is the third of three non-pilot titles in a row that is an innuendo in one way or the other; was this intentional or did they just get reallyyyyy unlucky?  Or.  I guess.  Really lucky.  You never know.]

It’s the guy from water boy.  Not really but how he talked

Logan so mysterious

She looks like Ziva (Tony’s love interest in NCIS)

"Your.  Father.  WAS.  Disappeared." ??? Say it weirder why don't you

“So depressing”  Bitch

Oh find something that made it up your alley huh

ITS A TRAP!!! THATS PENNYWISE!!  RUNNNNN KIDS  [He comes up later, actually.]  TIM CURRY?  [No, Pennywise]  Lame  [LKA;LDSKFKL]  Tim Curry’s awesome 😂

Lintlicker the dancing clown

This opening end kills me. The fetus doing cartwheels in her eye is just… wot [alksjdflkajdsflkasjd I KNOW.  But it gets worse in s2]  Like it would have been edgier to have the young version

I LOVE HIS ACCENTTTTTT  [I wanna say his name is Herbal, btw]  Like the tea! Makes sense his voice is calming!

*sigh* how cliche

That Nintendo?  THATS NINTENDO!

Them and the damn bike tricks

I love her.  OC I mean.  (Then again the other her is Max so that should have been easy to understand)

Ewwww the trash water

Is that money?

Does NO ONE look up in this show?  Ever?  LIKE. she wasn’t even inconspicuous!  [NO THEY NEVER DO]

Matilda.  The scene where she’s under the table hiding

“What if I wanna hold it over here”  ☠️☠️ [Oh, look, she’s showing off again.]  Wot.  Ma’am's little speeches hurt my brain

☠️☠️☠️☠️"It looked like a girl"

SHIT I NEED TO DO THE ASK ABOUT NORMAL!  SORRY ANON!!!  I’LL DO IT SOON  (But at least I will have a little more to go off)

I thought he said the dad was hitting the bong and had a boyfriend

Iss me, oh my

[Not Logan offering her a way to seem slightly less blatantly transgenic/conspicuous by carrying a gun and her saying “Nah I wanna show off my asskicking powers instead.”]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️ Women! Lol

– – –

Midpoint (Kinda) Judgement (aka: this practice came about because we keep having to pause in the middle, and this time it was slightly before halfway through, but it counts enough ig): Ok, so this one doesn’t feel as Max heavy. But alas she’s still there and still got her new and improved (hah) attitude. Although it’s not as strong as last ep. BUT again this doesn’t seem as Max centric as the other three, so maybe that will change second half.  [Are you talking about the way there's a second plot with Sketch, OC, Herbal, et al?]  Yeah and then Logan looking for the girls father. Just seems everyone else has been on screen more and she pops in says something with attitude thens like gotta blaze gotta jet gotta fly. Gotta do whatever.  [That's gonna be pretty off-and-on common.  s2, for example, usually has two plotlines; Max-centric and other-centric.  A lot of the time, that's Alec's plotline, but sometimes it's Joshua or Sketchy or one of the others.  It's nice in some ways, iffy in others, but yeah]  Ahhhh! I see! Not complaining :) lol

– – –

Oh that was money!

bitch slappppeddd

I get those too I get it (ulcers).  (I don’t really.  Well, I might.  Idk)

Oh man

Looooool “bounce”.  That ones new

Poor Sketch (sarcasm cause he is kinda sleezy)  [You mean... sketchy? :)  But he gets a bit better]

How does he make those damn glasses look good.

I love her hairrrrrrr.  If she’s gonna be a bitch, why did she have to change the hair??? Gimme something Alba!  *sigh*

Le gasp!  Isn’t he the dead guy

He is!!!  Plot twissstttt

Ahh love.  It be doing thing to ya

Man you can’t see her

Don’t you know that’s how you get dead?  Has he not watched tv?

If she.  If.  She.  If she says one more thing that seems like a slap to his wheelchair boundness.  😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 "A girl who moves the furniture (cause you can’t)"

How did he abandon you, chick?  Y’all were estranged!  Do you know know what that means?

Girl/thought-dead father vs Max/red balloon.  Not the same

☠️  Letting that balloon go messed her up ☠️☠️  [LKJLKADSJF;LKASJDF;LKSAJDF; NOOOOOO!!!  I’m ded.  I’m.  Dead.  That’s it.  You killed me.]

😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨  Looking like one of Charlie’s angels

Bimboooossss 🙂 damn being a girl comes in handy

“Cause I’m a super human.  I told you this last episode.  Not my fault you didn’t buy it.”

☠️☠️☠️☠️ “17 black, like me.”

☠️☠️☠️ Here we play for money  (You know he didn’t want to say that)

☠️☠️☠️☠️ YOU SHOULD THROW ONE OF YOUR TENS… YOU GOT TOO MANY

[The absolute wall of skulls here.]  …..☠️☠️☠️☠️

Dramatic card-playing

[... Gonna be honest... new ship unlocked]  I knowwww  [Just saying, Max/OC would also explain the latter’s tendency to view Max as amazing regardless of context.  She screwed with Logan’s brain too.] This is very true!

I TOLD YOU I WAS A SUPER HUMAN

POWER OF THE BOOB.! That money held up that whole fight

[Poor Sketchy is such a screw-up.  I forgot how bad s1!Sketch was, because s2!Sketch is at least vaguely competent.]  😂😂😂

Welp.  Here’s where either one or both die.  Or she kills him.

Huh.  Damn.  Called it

Oh boo boo hoo.

[Logan: *Angstily exercises*]

Sad death video

[“C.R.E.A.M., baby.  C.R.E.A.M.”  WHAT DID I SAY!??!?! THAT WAS FREAKING INTENTIONAL.]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

More talking in circles  [Simultaneously: She did the "or maybe not' thing agai- askdjf;lkajdf Same brain cell :)]  *sigh*

Aight done and done!

#dark angel #dark angel reactions #reactions #episode reactions #s01e04 #C.R.E.A.M. #max guevara #logan cale #original cindy #sketchy #jezebel (pr)

[chili-kinks]

Holy shit that sequence you drew was incredible <3 <3

I loved that strain you put on the boi's face until he just let loose that absolute monster, and having that liberate the rest of the gas from his belly now that the big one wasn't stuck anymore. It was so unbelievably good >///<

I got another scenario that sprang to mind which you might enjoy!

Minato's getting his hefty gurgling belly rubbed and kneaded while groaning from how full he is. Whoever is rubbing his belly pushes their palm right into his fat stomach just around his deep belly button and Minato lets rip a huge sloppy burp. Then they shake his pudgy tummy around while it sloshes and tell him to do that again. And because Minato can see how horny they are, he pulls them close so he can burp as hard as he can right in their face.

H,hey,,, hey, anon,,, I think I might have to ask you to leave my blog because of how insanely tasty your scenarios are. 😳💦 Every single thing you just mentioned is crossing off a good chunk of my favorite prompts in my eructophilic checklist and I think that amount of power is illegal. (It’s almost like you know me hmmmmmmm). I usually draw super late at night so I have nothing to accompany this ridiculously hot scenario you’ve just dropped but rest assured, my brain will be thinking about it nonstop until I finally have the power to sketch this out for ya. Currently thinking of who the person being this thirsty over M.inato’s belly and belches is so I can draw them later, need some help to decide. 🤔 Boi do I wish it were me tho, what a lucky person that must be.

Glad ya liked the sequence! UwU The strain is my favorite part of doing these; I really enjoy the buildup to a monster burp since it really shows off just how troublesome it is to get something that massive out of their system when it’s been held back for a little too long. It’s just so satisfying,,, and I sure bet M.inato thinks the same too because boy must that feel so gosh darn relieving to get out… 💦

#chili talks #burping #burps #pudgesona #p.ersona #p.ersona 3 #p.3 #m.inato a.risato #m.akoto y.uki #stuffing kink #burp kink #This makes me wanna animate again honestly #I love gassy men so much ughghhghg

[k1nky-fool]

HELLO THERE

How are you doing, dearie? I hope you've had a great week!

OC asks 2, 5, 6, 12, 13, 25, 44 and 49 for, obviously, Vander and Mita.

You know I'm in love with that fic, and my obsession with Minute isn't going away soon, that's on you.

Anyways, love ya! Sending you a big virtual hug.

2 .What was their first date like? If they haven’t been on a date yet, how would it go?

Well, considering neither of them get out very often and they both know a few people that would either recognize them and make it awkward, or someone that wants to kill one or both of them, Mita and Vander would most definitely have a slow night in.

However, I know Mita and Vander desperately need a break, and to let loose a bit. The first night they manage to get a whole night where they're together and the kids are Benzo's responsibility for the night, let's face it, they're getting fucking plastered.

It starts out with Vander telling funny stories of his old revolution days, Mita saying she remembers the odd thing here and there, while Mita might bring up some of the dumbest people she's collected for bounty.

But Mita gets a little louder with every drink, and oddly giggly while Vander is likely trying to get her to dance with him while the jukebox is at full volume. Neither of them are good at dancing, and it really just looks like he's swaying her around while both of them can't really keep their balance at the same time, but neither of them have been happier.

5. What’s their love language like? Are they compatible with one another?

Not in the traditional sense at least. Mita's receiving love language is words of affirmation. I've mentioned she likes when people get to their point, and she likes being told that she is appreciated in a way she won't have to decipher the meaning of. That's the most direct way to give her affection. Very convenient that Vander isn't a fan of being very subtle when it comes to giving affection. It's not that he can't give gifts, he's just not a good judge of what kinds of things someone else likes beyond practical tools, but sometimes those intentions don't always land well. And he's always doing work for other people regardless of how he feels about them, so just saying what he appreciates about Mita specifically is his favorite way to show how much she means to him.

However, we know that Mita ain't exactly chatty, so the love language of affection she gives is going to be more acts of service than anything else. So, it's also very convenient that Vander has a lot on his plate, and she can help knock some of it off for him, so he can take a break. Vander will never be ungrateful that something he thought he had to worry about has been taken care of.

That being said, Mita is touch starved and Vander is cuddly. Physical touch will always be a good middle ground between the two of them, and by extension, quality time as well. Both are anchors for the two of them, and they both rely on each other to unwind, and a while into their relationship, both Mita and Vander will get visibly anxious and annoyed the longer they're apart, should something separate them for a little bit.

6. Do they have any pet names/nicknames for eachother?

Technically, "Mita" is sort of a pet name. Professionally, she'll always say her name is Minute (now that she has a name), and Vander is the only adult that calls her Mita. Everyone else that uses the name "Mita" is a kid, and even then, only Ekko, Sketch (more on that at a later date), Mylo, and Vi call her that. Claggor, Powder, Scar, Eve, and Devo all call her "Minute." Even then, Vander still calls her stuff like Love, Darling, and Dove.

Mita isn't really one for pet names. She's not upset when someone uses them, unless the wrong person calls her "Mita." There was just nobody really using affectionate names in her life, so she never really got an attachment to them. Though, there will be a rare occasion, in private only, when Mita might be exhausted, and she would accidentally echo Vander and call him "Love."

12. What would they say each other’s worst quality is?

Not that Mita doesn't understand it, or that she doesn't approve of it. She'll always be supportive no matter how Vander chooses to live his life. However, she fully believes that a lot of his problems would be solved if he was only a little more open to a healthy amount of violence. Vander tends to joke "That's what you're for, love," but really, he just can't get past causing that sort of harm anymore.

He knows what it's done to him in the past, and everyone else had to live with the consequences. Vander can't justify violence anymore, and Mita believes that no amount of words will ever be equal to action.

Vander on the other hand, gets somewhat aggravated with Mita's habit of staying quiet. He thinks a lot of problems they face would be avoided if she could just mention earlier than too late, what exactly she has a problem with. It's something she's working on, simply because she grew up in a way where speaking didn't actually change anything.

If she didn't like something, that was just the way things are, and she'd have to live with it. It's common that Vander doesn't even know he's done something to wrong her until she's already broken under the pressure, and he feels terrible that he couldn't do anything about it sooner, because she didn't say anything.

13. What would they say each other’s best quality is?

As much as his hesitancy to action drives her up the wall, she can't help but admire his patience. She hates to admit it, but Vander's ability to carry negotiations out far past the point where Mita would have just knocked the fucker out, has solved a lot of problems she simply wouldn't be able to solve herself. And it translates very well into his patience with her while she figures out to let her guard down around him.

Vander can't get enough of her intelligence. He sees it all the time, and he never gets an explanation of her thought process. Seeing it from the outside is like watching a lightning bolt, miraculously solving a jigsaw puzzle. His first instinct when he sees her begin to move into action is usually panic, but he trusts her not to directly violate any boundaries or rules he's set. When she does act, it's never what he expects and usually clever enough that whoever her target is, doesn't realize they've been corrected.

25. Pick a physical attribute that they love about each other.

Idk if you know this, but Vander is a very large lad. Mita is very certainly aware of his size, and rather openly appreciates it. Her favorite way to be reminded of it is when they're both behind the bar, and Vander gently pushes her toward the counter so he can get past her.

Vander could name a few physical attributes that he likes about her. But the one that seems to catch him off guard the most is her muscle definition. Mita is also not very small. In fact I write her as being roughly 6'0" and fucking jacked. But Vander specifically can't get enough of the muscles on her back. She moves so fluidly and precisely, and while he knows that training to be able to do that wasn't exactly her choice, he can't help but still be very impressed by it.

44. Who’s the better cook?

Vander, hands down. Mita's regular food before she met Vander was limited to just what she could afford to buy or find. And while Vander certainly isn't any sort of professional chef, he can easily whip some stuff up together to be good enough for some kids to like. Modern AU! Vander is definitely a grilled steak, burgers, and hotdogs kind of dad

49. Do they tease each other? What about?

They do tease each other, but only in subtle ways in public. It's always an innocuous comment on something that only the two of them would know about. An inside joke, or a small gesture. Mita has very specific facial expressions that essentially clue Vander in that something he's said or done was funny to her, or reminds her of another fumble of his. They're usually good with PDA, but when it comes to teasing, it's something they don't like others being privy to.

It's usually something innocuous. Someone asks for a shot of absinthe, and if Mita's close enough to overhear, Vander might say something like "Well, so long as you don't spit it at anyone, you sure can." Nobody but the two of them would get it unless one of the other few people that witnessed the event the first time just happens to also be near enough to hear.

Someone harasses Mita and she might visibly take their drink from them and pour a little bit from a mysterious vial into it. They ask "You drugging me for a good time?"

And she'd reply, placing the thing back in front of them, "No, I poisoned you 20 minutes ago. That's your antidote." Only for both of them to hear Vander laughing at it from a few tables away. He knows she hasn't, and that's definitely a laxative or something.

Love to see you, babes! I'm hoping to finish their fic in the next few months, but once it's done, I sure will have some time to write some oneshots of them and feature Mita in other fics.

#arcane oc #arcane #arcane fanfic #vander x oc #vander x minute

[solsdevblog]

June 2022 Update

I’m not late I swear.

Welcome back to the next dev blog, which will admittedly be a shorter one due to how busy I was with other things during these past two months.

Reaching the mid point

Despite everything, I managed to at least reach the midpoint of chapter 4! Things only start to really ramp up from here in terms of story, so expect me to be more cryptic about more things plot-wise.

A point and click I coded for this part of chapter 4

New Assets and Revising Assets

With these next few scenes I needed to touch up some side character sprites to make them fit in, which meant touching up how those sprite files were made overall to make my life easier.

I also took the time to create some new side character sprites for an earlier scene that felt pretty barren without them.

They still need to be touched up, of course, but regardless it reads a lot better now.

What’s Up Next

Told ya this was gonna be a short one.

In the past two months I actually got accepted to a couple of neat projects, so I have a bit more on my plate to work on alongside dev and any commissions I take. It might slow down dev a little bit, but I still want to try and reach my goal of finishing the sketch version of FMN by the end of the year, with my next goal to be pushing past the midpoint of chapter 4. 

The next dev blog will be on August 29th, as that is yet another FMN birthday!

I’ll see you all then, later!

[lemony-snickers]

hello hello and happy friday!  i am writing custom fics in exchange for donations to help ukraine!

you can find out more here about @wind-becomes-lightning’s donations for stories & art campaign, which she has graciously invited me to join!

today, we have a killer b/oc fic.  thank you @super-kame-love for letting me get to know aina.  for anyone who reads the fic, the entire premise (and aina’s verse) were written about here and used for the story, so definitely check that out as well!

and, of course, @kankuroplease​ knocked the sketch out of the park, as expected.

Title: Dancing in the Moonlight Summary:  B proposes to Aina on a beach. Word Count: 2,101 Warnings:  killer b/oc

if you’d like a custom fic of your own, pls take a look at the post linked above and reach out if you have any questions!

It’s a lovely day.  Warm and sunny.  Aina can hear the waves crashing against the sand before she sees them and the salt is already heavy on her tongue by the time B leads her through the thick foliage toward the spot he’s chosen.

It’s funny that even though she knows in her heart why they are here, she can still feel the anticipation nipping at her insides like minnows inspecting her toes in the shallows.

The beach is deserted when they make their way toward a spot to sit. B leans back on his palms, face turned toward the sky.

“It’s a beautiful day to bring my lady to the bay and watch the sun set.  Yeah… you bet!”

Aina smiles and agrees, “Ain’t no better way t’end a day.”

They enjoy the encroaching dusk in silence for a long while, watching the sun dip lower and lower in the sky, bathing the sea in shades of red and orange and yellow, turning it slowly golden.

B keeps twitching beside her and the swirling excitement in Aina’s belly churns until it’s almost overwhelming.  She takes a deep breath, reminding herself that the question she knows is coming doesn’t really matter—she and B care for each other, will always be there for each other, regardless of whether their relationship status is legally recognized.  She knows they share the same values and only want what’s best for the other.  There’s no better foundation for a relationship of any kind, including a marriage.

She thinks again how fortunate she has been to find love later in her life after being so unlucky in it for so long.

When she first began to suspect a proposal might be on his mind, Aina’s initial reaction had been uncertainty, maybe even fear.  She’d longed for a life that included a partnership like this for so long, but part of her still thought it might be beyond her reach.

And then she woke one morning to find B wrapping a green silk string around her finger, her heart beating so hard and fast in response she thought it might escape from her chest.

“What’re ya doing?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

But B laughed, long and loud, winding the string around her other fingers, threading it this way and that in some awful, knotted pantomime of a cat’s cradle.  “Good morning, my sweet, this game you’ll never beat!”  His forehead was dotted with sweat, though, his embarrassment at having been caught so clear it could only confirm her suspicions, even as she played along with his thinly veiled charade.

It still took her a few days to muster the courage to bring the topic to light.

The conversation that followed comes back to her in flashes, the uncertainty she’d felt slowly soothed as they came to an understanding.  B is still her star, guiding her through a precarious night and she knows she anchors him, too.  Talking so openly is still a terrifying thing, but it’s nice to have her feelings confirmed and reciprocated.  B isn’t one to hide his feelings, really, and she thinks they balance one another well in that regard.

B’s exuberance can sometimes be overwhelming, but he’s quiet, now, sitting next to her, which tells Aina all she needs to know about his own nerves.

As the sun lingers on the horizon, the first points of the stars appearing in the deepening blue of the sky behind them, B hops to his feet.  Aina expects him to grin at her, maybe shout out his proposal right then and there, but instead he stares out at the ocean as he says, “I know it’s a beautiful sky, but could you close your eyes?”

The nervous excitement from before pools in her belly again, returning with ferocity.

Not trusting her voice to respond, Aina just hums and complies with B’s request, letting her eyelids slide closed, her fingers tingling as she wonders what might come next.

B’s voice is close to her ear when he asks, “I’d like to sweep you off your feet if you’ll let me.  Do you mind if I carry you someplace even more heav’nly?”

Aina’s smile stretches wide enough to show her teeth and she nods, holding her arms out so B can lift her off the sand.  His strong arms curl under her legs and back to cradle her against his chest.  She can hear his heartbeat thumping against her ear in rhythm with his quickened steps, the sand swishing away under his feet as he walks.

She’s always wondered if Gyuki’s heart beats in time with B’s.  If it does, then the tailed beast must be as nervous as his vessel.

When B sets her down, Aina can hear the gentle lap of waves against the shore and she knows he’s moved her someplace where they don’t crash as heavily as their initial vantage point.

“It’s no surprise you can open your eyes.”

Aina blinks a few times so her vision can adjust.  The sun has continued setting and the entire beach is bathed in a dark orange glow, like she’s shrouded herself in the flames of a bonfire.  When she looks down, Aina realizes she and B are standing in the center of a circle of smooth stones laid out meticulously.

B clears his throat self-consciously as she notices them, but he can’t stop smiling, either.

“Took some time to find the right kind, but I knew it’d be worth it to see that smile shine.”

A sharp splash in the water draws Aina’s attention away from the beach and she positively beams when she realizes there’s a small audience–no one she wouldn’t want in attendance, though.

“Aw, B,” she says softly, eyes already shimmering as she takes in Manami and her daughter Shinju peeking out of the surf, the two giant turtles watching quietly from the shallows.

Without a word, B wraps Aina up in his arms and begins swaying back and forth, dancing with her in time to the sound of the waves against the shore and the wind whistling through the trees.  It reminds her so much of being with him on Turtle Island, of getting to know him amidst the incredible flora and fauna of that magical place.

The evening has already been so perfect Aina is about to tell him he doesn’t even need to ask the question he’s brought her here for—the answer is already clear in her mind.  But quicker than she can open her mouth to say as much, as if he’s racing against the last rays of the sun, B starts speaking.  His words tumble out of his mouth quickly, even for him, and Aina has to listen carefully to keep up.

“I’ll never forget How we first met. Even though you ran away There was plenty to say When we found each other again Because we needed one another... yeah.”

Aina doesn’t think she’s ever heard B sound so quiet or serious.  It’s clear he’s rehearsed this song, the way his voice lilts and shifts with the words, but she can hear the vowels trembling a little.

It’s sweet to know that all the nervousness she’s felt since she realized what was happening is in him, too.  B has always been so much better at knowing who he is and where he belongs, it’s nice to have a gentle reminder that he’s sometimes just as uncertain as she is.

This is all new for both of them.

“Aina you’re the loveliest thing And I know you don’t need a ring But I want the world to understand I’m your man… yeah. Sand or sea, long as you’re with me There’s no place I’d rather be.”

Aina can feel the tears streaming over her cheeks, but she doesn’t bother trying to staunch them.  What’s the use?  There’s no way for her to deny how happy she is in this moment—in every moment she’s spent with B since she met him.  Long before what they had became romantic, he’s been a powerful force in her life.

A change for the better from all the loneliness she’d known before.

B releases his grip around her waist and drops down to one knee, flinging sand out of the circle of stones.  Aina bites back a laugh, knowing how nervous he is and not wanting to make it worse.  He takes her hands in his and she can feel them trembling in her grasp as he looks up at her.  She can see her face reflected in the dark lenses of his sunglasses and she doesn’t think she’s ever smiled wider.

“In case you’re wonderin’, it’s true So will you marry me ‘cause I love you!”

It’s almost fully dark, now, the sun finally dipping below the horizon.  She feels B’s hands untangle from hers as he fumbles for something in his pocket.

When Aina looks at the ring held between his shaking fingers, she can’t help but be flooded by his thoughtfulness.  That he knows her so well is a gift she never thought she would experience in this lifetime.  She’s thankful every day that they’ve grown to know each other as they do now.

The ring is perfect in a way she never would have expected—made of dark wood with carvings around it.  She marvels at their intricacy; tentacles undulating across the surface, broken by small turtle shells.  It’s a perfect combination of them.  And the green silk band looped through it is familiar—she recognizes it immediately as the strand B wound around her finger as he attempted to measure it all those weeks ago.  How could she ever forget the awkward way she’d had to untangle her fingers for hours afterward?

B has really thought of everything, considered her feelings in every aspect of his proposal.

She feels her heart bursting not only with love, but with words and she smiles wide as she answers him in a rush of improvised verse, vision blurred with happy tears.

“B… I won’t lie. I’m scared, but our love I’ll never d’ny. I thought I’d never get t’ see Nobody gettin’ down on one knee An’ offer their ev’rything t’ me. I’m glad I’s wrong. If you are, I’m ready t’ take Th’ next leap o’ faith with you b’side me An’ th’ future in our wake. No longer d’you hafta guess. My answer, my darlin’... is yes.”

B is naturally a very upbeat person, but Aina has never seen him look so elated in all the time they’ve spent together.  It’s especially obvious given his unusually quiet and thoughtful nature throughout the evening.

But when she gives him her answer, B’s face lights up, cheeks pulled taut as he smiles hard enough to split it in half.  He springs to his feet and dashes madly down the beach. She watches, laughing, as he makes his trademark sign of the horns.  The sound of his voice reverberates across the beach and the sea and up into the heavens as he lets his jubilation loose in a single, booming, “YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHH!”

Aina smiles again at this thoughtfulness; B knows she still can’t stand shouting.

Her new fiance is no less energetic when he sprints right back toward her to scoop her up into his arms.�� B and Aina laugh as their small audience cheers; Manami and Shinju touch heads tenderly while Shinju eagerly splashes the water with a front flipper.  And Aina can’t help but believe that even Gyuki is smiling.  As much as he can smile, at least.

As if reading her thoughts, B laughs and says, “Didn’t think I’d ever see Gyuki so happy for me!”

When her feet touch the sand again, B presses his forehead to hers.  Aina can feel the warmth of his tears against her cheeks and she isn’t sure either one of them will ever stop smiling.

B loops the green silk strand over her head and Aina looks down at the wooden ring as it dances over her collarbone—a symbol of the love she’s been lucky enough to carve out for herself in a world she thought might never love her.  A reminder that it’s never too late to find the person your soul belongs to.

Long after the sun has disappeared and the stars dot the sky above, B and Aina dance on the beach, reveling in the promises they’ve made each other and the life they’ve found together.

Aina couldn’t have asked for a better love story than this, not even if she’d written it herself.

#lemony-dfs #lemony scribbles #killer b #killer be fanfiction #killer b/oc #killer b/ofc #super-kame-love #wind-becomes-lightning #kankuroplease

[fartoo-sensitive]

flufftober 2021 - day 2: movie night

character: lester sinclair x gn!reader; platonic!bo sinclair x gn!reader (also some platonic!vincent x gn!reader)

word count: 1,108

this one got away from me a bit haha, i meant for it to be around the same length as day 1 was but it ended up being twice as long! that's okay though, i really like this one!! i hope y'all do too :)

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"it's my turn to pick the movie, jackass." you glared up at the man standing beside you.

"you pick another shitty one an' you're gonna get a boot up yer ass s'what's gonna happen," he retorted.

you rolled your eyes but set your lips in a pout, turning to peek around him and look at the seated figure on the couch behind him. "les, bo's bein' mean to me again."

"can't y'all get along for one lil night? look, yer upsettin' jonesy." lester gestured to the dog, who was laid out between him and vincent on the couch.

jonesy's head popped up at the sound of her name being said and she immediately went to work on giving lester as many kisses as she could. you thought you saw vincent try to stifle a laugh behind his mask.

<<yes, she's very upset. no more fighting.>>

bo huffed, tapping your thigh lightly with the toe of his boot. "hurry it up, lil bit."

you waved him away. "gimme some more attitude and i'll pick breakfast at tiffany's again, beauregard."

"do that and you can sleep at the station."

after only a few more minutes of deliberation you decided on a movie. you knew lester would be happy no matter what you decided on, and vincent wouldn't care too much as long as it wasn't sad. the only one who ever had a problem with your decisions was bo, and that was because if it wasn't an action flick it was crap (to him). you weren't trying to please him, though, and so you had decided on grease.

you snuggled up to lester on the sofa while bo banged around in the kitchen getting popcorn ready, shoving your feet under vincent's leg for warmth which only got a 5-second sigh out of him this time - progress! les tried to get you to tell him what you'd picked but you told him it was a surprise. he rolled his eyes.

once bo had dropped the bowl of popcorn in your lap and settled in the armchair next to vincent, you hit play on the vcr remote and settled further into lester's side. you felt him press a kiss to the crown of your head and hummed in quiet content.

the second danny and sandy kissed on screen bo let out a loud groan. "you shittin' my dick? this is worse than breakfast at tiffany's."

you laughed, grabbing a handful of popcorn and tossing it across vincent and directly at bo's scowling face. "my choice."

"where'd ya even find this? i know it ain't one'a ours."

"got it at a thrift store last time les and i went into the city. only 35 cents." you grinned, sticking your tongue out at him.

he shook his head at you, collecting the popcorn from his shirt and shoving it into his mouth. "s'long as you don't sing along to this one i won't hold it against ya, but only 'cause i like that grease lightnin' song," he grumbled.

you slammed your finger down on the pause button and jumped up from the couch, nearly giving lester a heart attack. "you what?"

bo's eyes narrowed. "i think you heard me, y/n."

you stared open-mouthed, head swinging between his glare, lester's wide eyes, and vincent's hidden smirk. "are y'all hearin' this? bo likes grease. vinny, please tell me you're gonna sketch this exact scene later, i need a keepsake. bo watching and enjoying grease. unheard of."

<<anything for you, y/n.>> you could tell he was grinning to his best ability under his mask and it made you grin back.

"lester, you best get yer sweetheart b'fore i gotta teach 'em a lesson." bo's voice was hard, but you knew him. he didn't mean it. he was only embarrassed that you were teasing him so much, he wasn't actually mad, and he wouldn't hurt you over something as silly as this.

you felt lester's arms wrap around your waist and pull you back to the couch. "let's ease up on 'im, darlin'."

you couldn't help yourself. "yeah, wouldn't want him to go all grease lightning on me."

"you are just askin' for trouble at this point, lil bit."

you grinned. "you know i'm just kiddin', bo. let's watch the movie, i won't say nothin' else, i promise. cross my heart." you made an X over your chest.

"yeah, yeah, whatever." bo crossed his arms over his own chest and leaned back in the chair as you started up the movie again.

a half hour later found all four of you (jonesy was passed out on the floor in front of the couch), including mr. grumpy gills, engrossed in the film.

bo no longer had his arms crossed and instead had his head in the palm of his hand, elbow rested against the arm of the chair, eyes soft for once while watching the pink ladies have their sleepover. vincent had pulled his hair away from his face and was leaning intently toward the television set, legs folded criss-cross; every once and a while he would lean down to pat jonesy on the side.

you were sat half on top of lester, whose arms were still around your middle, head rested against his shoulder. you couldn't see it, of course, but every time you'd sung along so far - much to bo's quiet annoyance - lester had watched you out of the corner of his eyes with a fondness that made his heart feel like it was so full it might burst.

on screen sandy walked down frenchy's front porch steps, and as she started singing "hopelessly devoted to you," you sang along, your breath ghosting over lester's neck.

he shivered, and by the time the scene ended he was able to look down at your face and catch a couple of unshed tears in your eyes. "i wouldn't do that to ya," he whispered.

you laughed, and it might've been a little soggy. "i know." you thought for a second. "i love you."

"i love you, too." lester leaned forward to kiss you, soft and tender, reminding you of the first time you'd kissed him.

a throw pillow hit you in the back of the head. "get a room."

"eat shit, bo."

<<we were doing so well.>>

you laughed, looking around at the brothers, at jonesy who hadn't even woken up at the commotion, at the movie that was still playing. "y'all are really the best family i ever coulda asked for."

bo fake retched. "don't push yer luck."

you smiled at him, shoved your feet underneath vincent, then settled back against lester to finish out movie night.

#flufftober 2021 #my writing #lester sinclair #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #house of wax 2005 #lester sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x y/n #lester sinclair x you #slasher fic #slasher one shot #slasher imagines #slasher x reader #slashers