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doodle-pops · 8 months

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.𑁍༊˚Princess Treatment.𑁍༊˚

Headcanons: Amrod, Argon, Angrod, Egalmoth, Gwindor, Thingol, Gil Galad

Synopsis: In which your lover gives you the princess treatment.

.𑁍༊˚Amrod

From the minute you and Amrod started courting, you have always been given the princess treatment, “Anything for my darling.” And he means it. He’ll fight his brothers should any of them make the slightest little jest at you.

His princess treatment you get to see displayed a lot more whenever you join him on hunting trips. Holding a hand out to hoist you onto your horse or take you off, acting as your footstool, giving you his cloak—doesn’t matter if you’re cold or not.

During target practice, he’ll give you kisses whenever you hit the target board, even if it’s not a bullseye. But when it is, he’ll spin you around and give you kisses all over your face.

Sometimes when you’re lacing up your boots, he’ll come over and push your hands away gently to lace them up. When he’s finished, a kiss on your hand and cheek. During those moments, his brothers would tease him but usually pays no mind.

Since he is into woodcarving, expect lots of ornaments and miniature statues of you to be carved. You’ll receive a box with a woodwork of your portrait signed by Amrod with a little note.

.𑁍༊˚Argon

Argon always blushes endlessly whenever he’s displaying the princess's treatment. From pulling out chairs, opening doors, crossing you over puddles or picking you up bridal style whenever you’ve gonna tired of walking, Argon blushed all the time.

Of course, he can be cheeky and steal kisses from you when you least expect it. His responses are always along the line of, “My baby deserves all the kisses in the world, have another,” while leaning in to steal/give another.

Flowers and small trinkets anytime you both step out for dates or simply for a walk. There are times when he’ll forget to bring you flowers, but you can bet that he’ll stop to pluck some wildflowers to make up for the accident.

He loves to get lost in your eyes which leads him to compliment you a million times and shower you with more kisses and affection which means PDA. Cheeky youngling, he’ll sneak a ton of kisses to you while walking around in public and give you pinches and pats to your butt as well (return the favour).

Argon might not be the best cook out of his siblings, but if you’re craving something to eat, you can bet he’s trying his damn hardest to perfect it. You have him so whipped that he’’ pester his brothers to teach him how to cook just to surprise you.

.𑁍༊˚Angrod

He’s silent the entire time he has to do anything for you but know that he’s coming to your beck and call whenever you need him. Nothing is ever an issue. He’ll even tell everyone not to bother him while he’s spending time with you.

Heck, if you require a foot massage or body rub, he’s there with the flowers and scented candles and aromatic oils to aid your relaxation. It’s an adorable sight because the entire time he appears displeased but it’s him being focused.

If you’re shopping together, Angrod would silently hold your bags and walk at your side obediently. Compliments rattle off his tongue accompanied by brilliant smiles.

To not express his love and appreciation for you through his actions and compliments is an insult to your existence. He’ll even write you love letters, after making a quick stop by his older brother and gift you a promise ring.

Angrod comes off like your personal bodyguard from the way he acts and moves around you. Holding out his arm to wait or guide you around. “As you wish, my love,” is his favourite line to respond with.

.𑁍༊˚Egalmoth

Whatever his sweetheart requests, Egalmoth gets it for you, without complaining. A gentleman at heart with a bit of naughtiness.

Giving you small pats that turn into slaps to your butt or cheeky pinches while making remarks about how your butt looks fine today. Commissions clothing wear to fit your body and accentuate your figure.

Holds out a door, a chair, and his arm, and carries you across puddles bridal or piggyback style. Even if nothing is wrong with your legs, he’s offering to carry you around the city.

Sometimes during training, he’ll request for you to join him so he can demonstrate the proper forms which is a lame excuse just to be close. You’ll feel his hands sneaking to pinch your butt and give it pats. Other times, he’ll make an excuse to come over, just so he can give you kisses.

Flowers and jewellery as your primary gifts (and a promise ring was given). Don’t worry, should you request simpler items, he’ll bend the knee and give his baby. He once bothered Penlod to assist him with writing his feelings into a love letter.

.𑁍༊˚Gwindor (pre!angband)

As a Lord of his house, Gwindor has access to many riches and loves to constantly shower you with an assortment of gifts. From jewellery to clothes to floral arrangements, even fancy dinners and picnics or a spa day.

He always makes time for you and would come running over the instant he hears his name being called. Even if he’s busy exploring caves and nature, he’ll drop and rush to his knees.

In his earlier days when you started courting, he was a bit clumsy due to his lovestruck phase and would rush to fall to his knees all to assist you with your horse. One hand out, he let you stand on his thigh to get on your horse.

Not one for being cheeky like the others, but he’ll gladly sneak a few kisses here and there in public when no one was looking. Small and curt pecks to your cheek and lips before he takes the moment to fondly look into your eyes and whisper, ‘I love you’.

While shopping isn’t a huge thing in Nargothrond, Gwindor would happily walk around the streets holding any of your goods without complaining and with a smile on his face. If you attempt to hold something, he’ll pry it from your hands and carry it.

.𑁍༊˚Thingol

From sunrise to sunset, Thingol will spoil you endlessly. Fresh fruits are served on a silver platter each morning for breakfast, the finest wine your lips deserve tasting, and the most delicious meals you can be served.

From head to toe, you will be dropped in jewellery, and even your garment will be embroidered with jewellery as well. You might complain about the weight, but in Thingol's mind, if you aren't shining like a star then there's room for more.

He'll treat you on walks whenever you insist and even cater an entire flower garden just for you. It is probably one of your gifts, having an entire private garden for you alone. He's aware that you crave privacy.

Knowing that his legs are extremely long, he'll make the effort to slow down on walks or carry you around in his arms. No, you aren't spared from his whining about you having two legs of your own. He just loves complaining.

On rare occasions, you might receive a love letter which was attached to some extravagant gift on your bed and flowers. One of your gifts from him will definitely be a promise ring or some necklace that screams 'taken, I'm Thingol's lover'.

.𑁍༊˚Gil Galad

He's a lot more relaxed and ready to seduce you into his arms. You can expect Gil Galad to always be kissing the back of your hand and making eye contact upon every greeting (he'll even give playful spanks to your butt). He just loves kissing you, believing that you are deserving of always being showered in his love.

Rescheduling meetings all because you asked if he was free the next day. He doesn't care that the meeting was of great importance. If you requested his presence, he was going to be there.

He's always seen walking around you with a love-sick look on his face as he holds doors open, helps you cross puddles or carry you over them, and pulls out your chair. Has no problem being a footstool to assist you on your horse.

You are spoiled endlessly and he always wants to see you smiling even if your request might be weird, he'll bend his knee and commit. Like the others, he quicker gifts you a circlet that signifies you are a part of his house. A ring will follow soon.

Another thing he does with pride is praising you endlessly. He could be talking with delegates and he'll make a random comment about how amazing you were at court or how eloquent your speech is. He takes pride in praising you all the time.

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giacomettislament · 2 years

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giacometti painting a portrait of his wife annette in his studio in stampa

“open up the hidden paradise.”

vil. malleus. lilia.

content warning(s): explicit content, yandere, noncon

prompt: in which they realize you’ve faked your climax.

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—If looks could kill, you would be nothing but a corpse under Vil. Vil values his pride the most, and with you lying straight to his face, you might as well have insulted him straight-up. He pushes you down on the bed, sneering at you with knives dripping from his eyes.

“Did you cum, darling?” He mocks you. His nails drag across your bare chest, leaving stinging trails across your tingling skin. It feels like you have something stuck in your throat, and you force a breath down your mouth. He glares at you, clicking his tongue. “Did you cum now, really?”

“Yes- Yes, I did-,” you sniff out. Fear and arousal have similar bodily effects, and you’re thankful that you can at least fake a convincing tremble to your voice. “Felt so good, Vil… You felt so good…”

“Did I, now?” He isn’t convinced. He holds his head up high, and he grabs his dick, slapping it against your abused hole. You flinch at the sensation, whimpering like a wounded animal. Without warning, he’s spreading your legs apart so he can spear you on his cock again, all while you’re doing your best to inch away from him.

“D-Don’t do this, Vil. I’m tired… I wanna rest,” you reason with him, gesturing vaguely down at your body. “We can… uh- do this another time. Please, Vil, won’t you let me rest?”

“No. I won’t. You said it felt good, didn’t you?” He hisses possessively. “If it felt good, then you wouldn’t mind if I kept going, right? Oh, darling, you have no choice in the matter.”

You freeze when you feel him sliding inside you, his thick cock violating your tight walls. You whimper over and over again, pounding your fists against his chest to no avail. He bottoms out inside of you, and he sighs as if he can’t get enough of the feeling of you pulsing around his dick. It must feel good for him, and if he didn’t look so murderous towards you right now, you might have bought into his lovesick act.

“I’m going to start moving. And this time, you’re going to tell me how good it feels. I hate people who lie to me, so if you can’t be honest, then I’ll make sure you have no choice but to be truthful to me.” Vil thrusts up sharply in you. A jolt of electricity jerks through your body, threatening to rip you into two. He’s too big—your crotch feels like it's going to be torn to shreds by how insatiably he’s thrusting into you. Your hands clamp down on whatever you can grab, grabbing fistfuls of his sheets and clutching his shoulder.

You turn your head away from him. “Nngh…! Fuck- Vil, Vil, don’t- don’t do this to me!”

“Look at me, you fool,” he growls, grabbing your face. He holds your chin in place, keeping your eyes locked on him. “Use your words. Tell me how good I feel!”

You’re close to sobbing, and you swallow back your panic. “You feel good! You feel good, Vil, your dick feels good…! Please- Please, slow down…!”

“Absolutely not.” He keeps forcing himself deeper and deeper into you, sliding his hips in and out until he can fill every bit of your battered hole up with his length. “I’m going to make you cum properly, and I’m going to have you tell me how it feels so that you know better than to lie to me next time. Got it, sweetheart?”

You nod your head, terrified. Your core feels like it's twisting and turning, reveling in how good it feels to have your insides pounded by his ruthless cock. Every thrust sends waves of pleasure flooding your body and your head, and with how brutally he’s fucking you into his bed, you don’t stand a chance against him.

You can only make Vil’s cruel face flashing in front of your eyes as he has his way with your body, and when everything comes crashing down on you, you can’t even spit out any words. Your gut kept on tightening up. When Vil slammed into you harder than ever before, you threw your head back with a shriek, and your body gave out on you. You came all over him, your hearing turning to nothing and your vision tilting on an axis. Pools of fire rip through your crotch, and you’re shaking like you’ve been shocked under Vil’s body.

“There we go,” he purrs, grinning down at you and savoring his victory. “That’s more like it.”

—You can’t fool a man like Malleus. The moment he laid eyes on your pretty face and perfect charm, he fully believes his entire existence was created to serve you and dedicate himself to you. The slightest change in tone, a bat of your eyelashes, or a twitch in your fingertips are all signs that tell him exactly what it is you’re thinking about.

And he’s hurt. How could you lie to him? Is sex not something reserved for the most intimate of lovers? Why won’t you be honest with him? He pulls you close to his body, refusing to let you go.

“Love… You didn’t cum, did you?” Malleus hesitantly asks. His voice is hushed yet firm, and the dread that floods your conscious tastes like bile. “Don’t lie to me. I know what you feel like when you do. I know everything about you—I know what you like. Why…? Why lie about this?”

He knows too well what your gummy walls feel like when it cums: clenching down on his swollen cock, milking him of every last drop of his cum, your body begging for him to engrave himself into you by cumming deep and hard. This isn’t what it feels like when you orgasm.

“I don’t… I don’t want to do this anymore,” you squeak out. You’re scared. Anyone could see that. Malleus is confused and frustrated: why are you pushing him away? Hasn’t he tried so hard already for your love? He’s been gentlemanly, he’s been nice, and he’s done his best to respect your boundaries when courting you for your love.

He relaxes his arms, and for a foolish second, you think you’ve gotten across to him. That he understands your fear. That he understands your worries. That he understands his immorality.

“No. I can’t do that.”

He flips you back down onto his mattress, and Malleus presses you down fully underneath him. He might as well have knocked the wind out of you: you can’t move. You can’t even squirm or fight him off. You’re completely at his mercy, and when he starts to carefully grind his hips against your ass, your breath gives out on you when the tip of his still hard cock teases against the ring of sensitive muscle—your entrance.

“I’ve tried being nice,” he growls against your skin. His teeth threaten to bite down, and you clamp your eyes shut. You can’t relive this nightmare again, but when he presses his dick against your hole, you know you can’t escape. He sighs into the crook of your neck. “I can’t seem to trust anything you say to me. I want to make you feel good, my dearest. What kind of king will I be if I can’t even get my betrothed to be honest to me?”

“I don’t want to be your betrothed! Have you ever thought about that?” You cry out, your heart twisting and turning in despair. Your stomach coils with a mix between disgust and fear.

He kisses you gently as a lover would, completely ignoring the way you’re sobbing and screaming at him. His lips are warm and curious, thirsty for any drop of love spread out on your stiff body. If he can’t coax your love from you, then Malleus can only turn to the remaining option he has.

“If you won’t be honest with me using your words…,” he trails off, readying himself to fuck you out on his cock properly, “Then I’ll just have to use your body, won’t I? That little hole of yours is far more honest than your mouth…”

—Lilia is honestly more amused than he is offended that you would betray his trust like this. He took you in like this because he knew you were foolish, too naïve, for your own good, but he would have never expected you to be this idiotic in front of him. Did you really think he wouldn’t know? Did you really think a few exaggerated moans and playing with your nipples could fool him?

“That was you cumming?” He asks, raising an eyebrow. He makes it obvious that he hasn’t bought into your lie, but he doesn’t question it.

You nod, holding your breath. He stays embedded deep inside you, his cockhead resting dangerously as it ghosts over your sweet spot. Every time he shifts, you can feel your walls moving to clench up against him, and your body reacts to the random bursts of friction exploding in your crotch.

He shakes his head, and when his tongue darts out to lick his lips like a beast moving into dine on his prey, your heart drops to your stomach. He presses a hand against your chest, gently pinning you down onto his mattress.

“If that’s what you call an orgasm,” he begins. His magenta eyes flash a dangerous shade of crimson, and his fangs peek over his lips—glimmering like daggers in the dark room. “Then I’ll be glad to show you what I call an orgasm.”

You don’t get any more of a warning before his nails dig into your hips, and Lilia starts thrusting like a madman into you. Pleasure and pain brutally rip through your body, and you only have the air to scream once before you’re arching your back and recoiling into the trembling mattress. His dick’s forcing itself into you deep, deeper. Your vision blurs over with tears, and you hate the way your body’s so quick to betray you for more of the heavenly feeling of his cock rubbing itself against your incredibly sensitive walls.

“Don’t you dare lie to me again!” He hisses through gritted teeth. “You hear me? If you fucking lie to me one more time, I’ll make you regret it!”

“I’m sorry—I’m sorry, Lilia!” You shriek out. The sensations are going straight to your head. The knot of arousal rubbing up in your stomach teeters dangerously on the edge, and despite doing your best to try and control your body under Lilia’s crazed pace, you’re fighting a losing battle. He’s hitting all of your sweet spots violently, making sure he’s forcing the loudest moans from you and making sure you have no choice but to cum on his dick to prove him wrong.

Everything’s building up too quickly. Lilia thrusts harshly into you, and the tension inside of you just snaps. You can only cry out his name and cling to him while your orgasm tears up your lower half. Your hole clamps down on his dick, holding onto him like a vice, and your vision fades to a near-white while you jerk against Lilia’s stable body. It feels so good, it feels too good, and through your muddled sensations, a single thought bubbles up to your consciousness.

He knows. Now he knows how you feel when you cum.

You’re still reeling in his sheets when Lilia giggles to himself like a child with his favorite toy, and he leans his head down to press a series of chaste kisses to your face. His dick twitches inside of you, still very hard, and the dread that fills up your heart almost snaps you out of your drunken post-climax high.

He strokes your hair, cradling your trembling form. “That was fun, wasn’t it? Let’s keep going, dear. I still have yet to cum, you know…”

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #vil schoenheit #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #x reader #gender neutral reader #lemon #↬ tw: noncon #↬ inside the atelier

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dokidokitsuna · 5 months

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Say, outta curiosity, how long does it usually take for you to work on a piece? Of course, things like comic pages, sketches, and full on completed portraits would understandably take different lengths of time.

Well, as a card-carrying ADHDer that's a bit of a difficult question...in a literal, physical sense, I actually draw pretty quickly. You'd be surprised at what I can do in one weekend if I'm sufficiently motivated. ^^

However, that's not usually how things go (especially now that I'm an adult with a job...) so, realistically, I have to factor in time for tired days, off-days, whole-brain-on-vacation days...and y'know, those unfortunate times when I just can't figure out HOW to draw something. My usual estimates are:

Sketch: 2 days Full-color portrait: One week (my official base turnaround time for commissions) Comic page: One week...ish (it honestly depends on the page, and what kinds of images are in it...for example, the photobashed hallucination pages I do for the Dream Discoveries Tour take a lot longer than the casual dialogue pages)

#musings

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kayforpay · 1 month

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imagining an au for my fantroll

clorad as a new fresh emperor still struggling to keep from lashing out violently in court because he doesn't have any idea what Else he could do

and ghb who actually isn't the highblood. he's just kurloz, respected and all but not in court, gods forbid, he couldn't stand that, he thinks

clorad needs a portrait, or doesn't need one but he's told he needs to get one because it makes him look good and he actually really really needs that

so he commissions the clurch for their best painter and settles in to have several hours of being stared at, but at least not spoken to. he even denies offers to send in a body-model for him so he can sit in longer, because he's tired

and although it's a little awkward, and the fancy outfit is uncomfortable and really doesn't suit him, he's fine with it. and his painter is pretty nice, all things considered. stiff, and mentions that he doesn't usually get sent for things like that, mostly he's a scholar. clorad jokes that he can just pretend he's painting a book, and it almost seems like kurloz laughs sincerely

they talk a little bit back and forth; clorad tells him about the mining colonies and the way the sun doesn't kill trolls on other planets, and the clowns he flew back with, and kurloz talks about the books he's restoring when he isn't painting; usually nonclowns don't seem to care about their histories, and clorad is just interested in any histories he missed.

"I'm about two hundred sweeps old, but I grew up on a pretty isolated island, so I never learned much about the rest of the planet before I left." clorad says, honestly. "it's embarrassing how ignorant I am of this planet, even though I'm supposed to run the place."

kurloz asks if he wants to go back to the mining planet, and has to stop shading the color of his face because clorad pales.

"no. I would never go back."

and, for some reason, he's interested in why.

#kay talks a lot #clorad

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foggyfanfic · 9 months

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L & F: Poorly Hidden Gems

Oneshot Preview: Leandra stopped moving, her hand hovering over the open desk drawer. Sitting on top of the scrap paper was a dusty black ring box.

She looked at it for a long time, then looked at the tent’s entrance. She looked back at the ring box.

She shouldn’t.

Main Story CH 1 Master List

Leandra hummed as she walked into Casita, wearing the shawl Bruno had gotten her for their fourth anniversary. He hadn’t proposed yet, but he had made the wait bearable by being the sweetest boyfriend anyone had ever had in the history of ever.

For their first anniversary he had put together a scavenger hunt with a different small gift to accompany every clue. For their second he had taken her out stargazing and surprised her with a bangle engraved with her favorite constellation, something she had mentioned once in passing the night before he’d accidentally confessed his love. For their third he had tried to make her portrait with dried flowers, based off of something they had seen in one of his visions, but dried flowers turned out to be a tricky medium to work with; as a last minute substitute he took her for a picnic and tried to serenade her. And for their fourth, he had set up a “ball” in his room, using a record of waltz music to set the mood, and giving her a dress and shawl that did indeed make her feel like a princess.

Bruno could take all the time he needed to propose, it’s not like she didn’t know he loved her.

She kind of wished the rest of the town would shut their traps about the subject, but she had known when they got together that being with Bruno would mean being the subject of town gossip. Generally if somebody said something snide to her she could just brag about whatever piece of jewelry she was wearing that Bruno had gotten for her. Kind of hard for people to imply he wasn’t committed to her when he’d dropped what must have been a ridiculous amount of money to commission one of his vision tablets to be turned into an emerald necklace for her.

Although, considering how many times they had re-watched the moon landing, she suspected he had made a good chunk of change selling shattered visions to the town’s merchants. Leandra would have to ask.

If he wasn’t already doing that, it was something to consider before adopting kids.

There was nobody in Casita’s courtyard so Leandra didn’t pause on her way up the stairs. She heard snoring coming out of the nursery, and when she passed by she saw Félix conked out in the rocking chair, with both Isabela and Dolores sleeping in his lap.

Leandra smiled. She had planned to go straight to Bruno’s room, but it was worth it to pause and see if she could find somebody to enjoy this adorable scene with.

On nearly silent feet, she hurried back down the stairs and into the kitchen. Julieta was there, prepping food for tomorrow, holding her belly with one hand and stirring a pot with the other.

“Where’s Pepa?” Leandra asked.

“Visiting with Rosalie and Felípe, por que?”

“Because somebody has got to see how adorable Félix and the girls are right now!”

Julieta glanced at the pot, nibbling her lip, “Could you…?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Leandra subbed in and took over stirring what turned out to be chocolate, “try not to wake them.”

Julieta nodded, and waddled off as quickly and quietly as a heavily pregnant woman could. Leandra waited, stirring steadily until Julieta came back with a warm smile and a hand pressed to her chest.

“You think the flash would wake them if we took a picture?”

Leandra bit back a giggle, “I think it’s worth a shot.”

“Here, I’ll take over, see if you can find the camera. It should be in the closet by the laundry room,” Julieta took the spoon back and shooed Leandra off in search of the camera.

Leandra found it easily, she paused briefly in the kitchen to get the folding camera out of its bag and set to the right focal length, then carried it up the stairs. Funnily enough, the flash woke neither the toddlers, nor the tired father/uncle they were sleeping upon.

She grinned and quietly retreated before going to wind the film to the next exposure, then grinned even bigger.

“Looks like this roll is ready to be developed,” Leandra said, entering the kitchen and putting the camera down on the table, “if I go drop it off with Señor Cortez now we could have this photo in the album by the end of the week.”

Julieta shared her smile, then asked, “Do you want me to let Bruno know you stopped by if he finishes his visions before you get back?”

“Nah, I’ll just leave him a note,” she shrugged, putting the roll of film in a canister and replacing it with a new roll. Once she had the camera put back in its bag, and the bag back in the closet, Leandra went back upstairs and straight to Bruno’s room.

He had taken to doing vision requests Monday and Wednesday, each of them had to be scheduled at least a week in advance, and he made it very clear he would give priority to questions involving somebody’s health, safety, or livelihood over questions about somebody’s personal life. And she even got him to refuse to do visions for people whose question boiled down to “Will I get older?”.

Leandra had actually been able to convince Señora Alma it was what was best for the village. She had pointed out that Bruno pushing himself to fulfill any and every request left him exhausted, which might potentially make it harder for him to detect emergencies. On the other hand, if Bruno focused on visions that came naturally to him, he still found useful information, but he also had more energy to investigate potential danger.

With that in mind, Alma had happily taken on the brunt of convincing the village. Nobody could argue with “We need to be prepared for famines and floods, not disappointing Birthday gifts”.

On top of that, whenever a kid asked to see something cool, like the Mars robot, or the World Cup, Bruno was usually able to fit that vision in during his down time. People assumed it was the kid, and not the easy vision itself, that Bruno was willing to bend the rules for. As such, his reputation as “Tío Bruno”, uncle to all children, was coming along quite nicely.

Leandra grinned to herself, thinking of how adorable Bruno looked with the village children piled all over him while he explained the future/history of the Space Race.

Today he was doing a vision for one of the merchants, who wanted to know if coffee or wine would sell better in the city this year. After that, he was going to check what the weather would be like during the Church’s blanket drive, so Padré would know whether or not he needed to ask Pepa for help. Then, if he still had the energy, he would check to see if the Guzmans were going to have another son, or a baby girl.

Leandra greeted one of the rats when she entered the cave, either Arepa or Squash, she couldn’t tell. The other rat could be seen in the open chicken coop, running in the little wheel Bruno had made for them. That was probably Squash, she was usually the more energetic of the twins.

Bruno’s tent was in its usual state of organized chaos, although it had become slightly less chaotic the longer they’d dated. Over time, he had explained the reason for every mess in his room, and they had come up with ways to make the mess less messy.

He had another set of drawers, and multiple laundry baskets now, to make it easier for him to separate his clothes by degree of dirtiness. There was an old crate next to his cushion pile for him to put the books he planned to read next in, and another crate for him to put the books he’d just finished. There wasn’t much she could do about him having to weigh down the blankets on the bed so he could see if there were rats under there, but she’d made some little rat statues out of clay for him to use. They were pretty rough, and one of them looked more like a potato with ears than a rat, but he loved them all the same.

She crossed to his desk, ignoring the blank pieces of paper sitting on top of it. If the paper was out Bruno had already decided what he would write on it, and moving it would make him feel like he couldn’t write that story. He’d never been able to put into words why he felt that way, but it was easy enough to open the drawer and get out a new piece of paper, so she’d let it go.

She grabbed one of the pens off the desk, moving those around was alright, and opened the drawer.

Leandra stopped moving, her hand hovering over the open desk drawer. Sitting on top of the scrap paper was a dusty black ring box.

She looked at it for a long time, then looked at the tent’s entrance. She looked back at the ring box.

She shouldn’t.

Leandra bit her lip.

She really shouldn’t.

Leandra closed the desk drawer. She would just ask Juli to let him know she stopped by after all. Or, she could leave her shawl on his pillow, that would let him know she was there and planning to come back soon.

Yeah, that’s what she would do.

If she were a saint.

Leandra opened the desk drawer, pulled out the ring box, and opened it. Unsurprisingly, it held a ring. An expensive looking ring with two emeralds either side an actual diamond. The band was silver, and engraved with little hour glasses.

“Whoa,” she said, out loud, then, “this better be an engagement ring or I’m going to have to talk to him about his spending habits.”

He couldn’t go around dropping this sort of money on her on regular occasions, especially when they had kids. Even if he was selling his surplus visions as emerald jewelry.

Fortunately, there was a folded up piece of paper crammed into the lid of the ring box. Since she’d already snooped this much, she pulled the note out, carefully put the box down, then unfolded the worn paper.

Bruno’s handwriting greeted her, most of it was written with black ink, but every few lines he’d crossed something out with a blue pen and written something else. The most edited sentence was the very first one.

It read, “Leandra, we have been together for a year, two, three, four years now.”

Leandra stopped reading. She stopped breathing too. When the implications were done setting in, she took a deep breath, picked up the ring box, and carried it over to the cushion pile. She sat down gingerly, braced herself, then kept reading.

“Everyday we spend together is the happiest day of my life. I can never put into words how lucky I feel to be with you. I’ve tried going into detail how beautiful you are, but only ended up saying ‘your blank is really pretty’ fifty times in a row. I’ve tried explaining how much happier I am when we’re together, but, because I was trying to avoid the mistake I made when I tried describing how beautiful you are, I ended up sounding like I swallowed a thesaurus. I’ve tried bringing as much joy and light into your life as you’ve brought into mine, but no amount of flowers or jewelry could ever compare to the love you’ve given me. I want to tell you I could spend hours lying next to you, looking for constellations in your freckles, I could go years listening to you laugh in place of music, I could spend eternity in your arms and never grow restless. But every time I try, the words come out stuttered and stilted. Even now, I know I’m not saying this right. In short, I have failed over and over to express how much I love you, but if you’ll let me, I’ll spend everyday for the rest of my life trying again and again. Reina, will you marry me?”

Leandra pressed a hand to her mouth, tears streaming down her face. Then she giggled happily to herself. Well, that proposal would certainly be worth the wait.

If he ever got up the nerve, that is.

Leandra glanced at the ring box in her lap, and the sparkling ring. Again, she knew she shouldn’t do the thing she was thinking of doing…

But…

Bruno had had the ring and the proposal ready to go for three years now. Sure, there was a tiny thorn of insecurity, telling her he hadn’t proposed because he didn’t want to marry her; however, there was no way that was true. Bruno was blunter than a club to the back of the head, any thought that passed through his head had a fifty/fifty shot of coming out his mouth before he’d thought better of it.

He had once asked her to wear “that shirt that makes your breasts look twice as large” on their next date. While they were having dinner with his family.

To be fair to him, the reason he’d wanted her to wear that shirt was not for the aesthetic, it was because she’d wanted to try painting so he’d gone out and bought a bunch of art supplies. He had wanted to surprise her, and knew she wasn’t attached to that shirt, that she wouldn’t be too sad if she got paint on it. So, he figured he wouldn’t have to tell her what he had planned so long as she knew to wear that shirt.

Unfortunately for him, however, the most distinguishing feature of that particular blouse was indeed that it made her chest look several sizes bigger. Bruno had just failed to consider how his words would sound out loud, until he’d already said them.

The look of instantaneous regret on his face was so pitiable that his mother had just pretended not to have heard him.

Pepa had not been as merciful. When she had seen the shirt in question she had joyfully turned to Julieta and declared, “He was right!” then had called out for Félix and asked him if he thought she could pull off that shade of green. When he had said “Of course mi vida”, Pepa had asked to borrow the top. Meanwhile, Bruno stood next to Leandra, blushing so hard Leandra worried he’d pass out from blood loss and looking miserable.

Needless to say, Leandra had not leant her the shirt.

The point was, if Bruno wasn’t in love with her anymore, he would not have been able to hide it. If he didn’t want to marry her, he probably would have accidentally said so by now.

She didn’t waste another second thinking about it, as far as she cared, Bruno had hesitated enough for the both of them.

Leandra pulled the ring out of the box, she paused long enough to read the inscription on the inside of the band, “Mi Reina”, then slipped it on the ring finger of her right hand. Hopefully, Bruno intended to follow the tradition of using the same ring as both the engagement ring and the wedding band, and just switching the ring from the right hand to the left at the wedding. If he planned to follow the new trend of getting a diamond ring for the engagement and a separate band for the wedding she really was going to have to talk to him about making a budget going forward.

Next, she carefully folded up his prepared speech, tucked it back into the lid of the ring box, then put the box in her pocket. Eventually, she’d have it framed, but for now it would be safe in the box.

Finally she stood and left her shawl on his pillow like she’d intended, then left Casita as if nothing had changed.

A few people noticed the ring on her hand as she walked through town, and various eyebrows were raised, but nobody said anything. When she dropped her roll of film with Señor Cortez, along with some money for his trouble, he paused to stare at the ring wide eyed, then looked at her with a question in his gaze.

Leandra smiled politely back, “I’m actually thinking we might surprise Félix and Pepa with the last picture on the roll, so don’t mention that you’re developing the pictures to either of them.”

“Right,” he said slowly, “you got it.”

“Gracias Señor,” she called, walking away.

Instead of returning to Casita, she walked up the mountain to her home. There was something she needed to grab before heading back.

Meanwhile, Bruno handed the young Guzman couple their vision. They cooed over the baby girl sleeping in Mariano’s old crib, then thanked him. Bruno smiled tiredly at them.

“Ay, we should go, you probably need some rest,” Señor Guzman said.

“Sí, but thank you for this. Truly, we appreciate it,” Señora Guzman agreed.

“My pleasure,” Bruno said, although his voice came out sounding a bit rough with exhaustion, “this- uh, after watching trade deals get negotiated a-and the weather, this was actually really nice. B-babies are cute.”

The Guzmans smiled at him and thanked him some more, as he walked them to his door. Señor Guzman shaking his hand just before they left.

Bruno had been practicing telling people what he liked or didn’t like in his visions. Leandra continued to insist people would love him, warts and all, if they just knew him a little better. She had figured telling people when their vision was pleasant, or cute, or exciting, might help them to see what a “sweet, gentle, warm, compassionate man you are”. And telling them when the vision made him sad would show he wasn’t a sadist getting off on their misfortune.

So far, it was working out well. Actually, last week he had seen the librarian’s death when his son came in asking about his father’s illness. Leandra had been there when he had the vision and she had insisted Bruno tell the other man how important the librarian was to him.

He had expected the guy to get angry, but instead the man had stared at the glowing tablet for a while, then he had broken down crying. Leandra helped Bruno comfort him and when the man left, he gave Bruno a sad smile and thanked him for talking him through it.

Maybe Bruno should leave Encanto and head to Hollywood, Leandra would make a great agent.

He chuckled at the idea as he entered his tent.

The shawl he had gotten her was resting on his pillow, neatly folded up. She must have finished her chores and stopped by while he was working.

He picked it up and collapsed onto the bed, content to doze until she came back.

Another anniversary had gone by with the ring he’d had made for her burning a hole in his pocket. A part of him wondered how Leandra was still putting up with his lack of proposal. She had certainly thrown herself into the role of wife without any hesitation.

He told her why his room was such a mess, and instead of telling him how weird he was, she had worked with him to find better solutions. She had started translating conversations between him and his mother, since she understood both of them better than they understood each other. Any time somebody spoke poorly of him, she jumped to his defense without a second thought, and had poured so much time and energy into making sure he had some friends. Or at least some people who didn’t think he was a brujo.

He thought fondly of their anniversary date, when he, upset that he still couldn’t work up the nerve to propose, had asked her if the fact he was an awkward mess bothered her.

“Of course not,” she laughed as if the idea was ridiculous, “come on Bruno, you’re already kind, witty, brave, and a good kisser. You gotta save some perfect for the rest of us.”

Then she had kissed him and tacked on, “To be honest, I think the awkward just makes you more charming, if that makes sense.”

“It doesn’t,” he’d told her.

She had shrugged, “I don’t know, it’s just, sometimes you’ll be fumbling over your words and it’ll make me want to drag you off and do dirty things to you.”

“Wow,” he’d smirked at her a little, “you-, sounds like you’re some sorta weirdo.”

Leandra had giggled and the conversation had devolved into flirting, and despite his disappointment with himself, Bruno had had an excellent anniversary. How could he not? He was spending it with her.

He napped off the post vision exhaustion for an unknowable amount of time, falling from pleasant thoughts to pleasant dreams and back again. At some point he was vaguely aware of one of his rats snuggling up to the crook between his neck and shoulder. At another he dreamt he was reading an instruction manual about programming your DVR to Isabela.

Then his door opened and closed, and light booted feet started clicking their way down his stone steps. He yawned and rubbed at his eyes.

“Hey,” he murmured when Leandra entered his tent.

“Hola, how you feeling?” Her voice was cautious and quiet.

“Fine, no headaches today, just needed a nap,” he said, reaching up to gently pet whichever one of the twins was resting against his shoulder.

“Ah, bien. Give me your right hand,” she sat next to him on the bed.

Bruno didn’t question it, he handed her his right hand and closed his eyes again, feeling content. Something cool and metal slipped onto his ring finger.

“Just to let you know,” Leandra started, voice light.

“Mm-hm?” he asked, through a yawn.

“We’re engaged now.”

Bruno’s eyes popped open.

Still sitting over him, Leandra held up his right hand so he could see the golden band on his ring finger, “It’s my birth father’s ring, it’s one of the few things I have left of my birth parents, but if you want something as fancy as the one you got me-.”

She cut herself off when he made a choked sound in the back of his throat. He pulled his hand out of hers so he could grab her right wrist. Sure enough, she was wearing the ring he’d been struggling to give her for years now.

He stared at it in horror.

“Bruno?”

“I am so sorry.”

“What?” Leandra’s confusion only lasted a split second, before she gave him a slightly exasperated look, “Why? What do you think you’ve done wrong this time?”

“What do you mean-? You-? I didn’t propose!”

“Details,” Leandra shrugged.

“No it’s not?! I-, you’ve been so patient, s-so good to me, the least I could do is, is, y’know, actually propose to you!”

Leandra opened her mouth, judging by the stubborn glint in her eye she was planning to argue, but then she sighed and instead said, “To be honest, yeah, it would have been great if you’d actually proposed. But, I’m not upset about the fact that you didn’t. I know you Bruno, I have seen the way your anxiety paralyzes you when it comes to things like this. I don’t… when it matters, when somebody you love needs help, you’re one hundred percent ready to be the hero. So, it’s ok if you struggle with these-. Well, ok, I wish you didn’t feel like you can’t ask for what you want. But so long as I can count on you to be brave when it’s important, you can count on me to be brave for stuff like this.”

Bruno stared at her, slowly he sat up.

She smiled quietly at him.

He sighed through his nose, kissed her, then whispered, “You deserved a good proposal.”

“I deserve a good man,” Leandra corrected him, “and I have one. The rest would just be icing.”

“Let me-. Saturday, let’s go on a date, r-really, I have a speech ready and-.” He stopped talking, if she’d found the ring, that means she’d probably found the speech he’d prepared as well, “I-I can write another speech, a better one!”

“Don’t you dare!” Leandra huffed at him, “The speech you already wrote brought me to tears, I’m going to have it framed and put it on my nightstand.”

“W-well then I can edit it, make it look nicer.”

“No. I am framing it as is. That way, if I ever wonder whether or not you love me, I can look at your proposal and remind myself that you spent three years wanting to ask me to marry you.”

“I am so, so, so sorry.”

“I’m not,” Leandra kissed the tip of his nose, “it’s actually really romantic, in a ‘my fiancé is so shy but loves me deeply’ sort of way.”

“I-I do, love you, very deeply,” Bruno leaned his forehead against hers. The tension was beginning to leak out of his shoulders. He would propose to her officially on Saturday, but until then, at least she wasn’t upset.

“I love you deeply too.”

He took deep breaths, holding her hand and leaning his forehead against hers, until the guilt and nerves settled. Then he stared down at their joined hands, silver and gold rings sitting side by side on their interlaced fingers.

“We’re engaged now,” he whispered.

“We are.”

Then he frowned, a worrisome thought occurred to him, “H-how did you find the ring? Did you uh- did you find the vows too?”

“You’ve written your own vows?” Leandra sat up straight, face beaming with excitement.

“N-nevermind, forget I said that,” Bruno chuckled nervously, “vows? What vows? I-I can’t even write!”

Obviously not fooled, she giggled and pressed her fond grin against his embarrassed frown, “I went into your desk drawer for some fresh paper and the ring was just sitting on top.”

“Oh. Right. Oops.”

“I’ll have to get started on my own vows then.”

Bruno’s face burned, but he smiled, “You don’t have to, j-just because I’m doing it.”

“No, no, I want to,” she squeezed his hand, “I love you guapo, and I don’t ever want anyone to doubt that. Especially not you.”

He chuckled, grinning now, and gave her a lingering kiss. When he pulled back, he examined her face for any sign she was just indulging him, but all he saw was love.

So he said, “I love you too, Reina.”

A/N: This is currently the last Leandra focused fic I have planned. I want to explore how Mirabel’s story changes if Bruno is hanging around with a wife and kids, so I’m technically going to do a little more with this universe, but I don’t have any other stories about Leandra I want to write. So I’ll be a little sad when this escapes my queue, it’s not the end of her story, but after this she makes the transition from plucky protagonist to loyal mentor. This is my first time building an OC from scratch so I wasn’t ready to feel like my kid is running off to college :(

#bruno madrigal #bruno madrigal x female oc #bruno madrigal x oc #bruno encanto #love and fury #bruno madrigal fanfic #fanfic #encanto #foggy writes

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cocrante · 2 months

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I returned to Bologna after a week of flu 🥲 I missed it so much, plus I always arrive early in the morning in the city so there's that glow of the sun mixed with the haze.

Ah ~~ Bologna is truly beautiful ♡ I wished to take more photos for those who follow the adventures of solangelo in Italy ahah but I was really tired after a biology-engineering-anthropology class... absolutely illegal stuff. If I manage, I'll take more tomorrow ~~ I wanted to go to some nice, somewhat secret, places eheh

Anyway, the Fountain of Neptune is my favorite spot in all of Bologna. It's located in a charming square that also has a touch of magic ~~ it's also called the Fountain of Shame, and I'll let you guess why c:

I love that it's so sinful ahahah it was commissioned by the Pope Pius IV (1563-1566)

Very succinctly: the statue is supposed to represent spiritual and temporal power, as Neptune rules over the seas, so does the Pope rule over the world. Gianbologna (the sculptor) who was truly a rascal man completed his work by creating an obscenity ahahah the women were embarrassed and so was the Pope in front of such impudence. Gianbologna wanted to make Daddy Neptune's ding-dong even bigger but they stopped him, but Gianbologna was a man of culture and perspective ~~ so if you turn your back to the statue and walk backward (on the right side), you'll see that his finger creates a perspective as if it were-- I'll leave you to your dirty thoughts ♡

And after this lovely preamble ~~ I saw in my imagination solangelo posing in front of the statue ahahah then sending the photo to percabeth (I'm sure Annabeth will want to take an embarrassing photo under the statue of Neptune with her boyfriend).

++ bonus photo, a bit old that I found in my gallery ~~

this is the Archiginnasio ♡ a small secret place where its frescoes encapsulate the history of Bologna, depicting historical, scientific, and cultural scenes, along with portraits of distinguished professors and students of the university. They are a significant artistic and historical treasure that provides a window into the rich and varied past of both the university and the city itself. There are frescoes on all the walls and arches, it's my favorite place and where I dream of being kissed ahah but since no man in my life has ever been so romantic or perceptive ~~ I gift my dream to solangelo, who I'm sure they would kiss each other there since it's a very quiet place ~♡

#📌 : wip #solangelo #solangelo in italy #riordanverse #i have a lot of stories about the fontaine #if you want know feel free to ask c:

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risunsky · 10 months

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I was wondering how long it takes you to complete a drawing? Especially for some of the more complex/ detailed ones, how do you deal with not getting burnt out? Do you work on one piece until it’s complete or do you bounce around and work on multiple projects at once? Also I love your work. I think it’s so gorgeous and really powerfully conveys emotion 🖤

(sorry, it's a long answer again :x) My most complex drawings, such as the remake of the siege of La Rochelle or the one with winged Papa IV, took between 60 and 80 hours to complete. The Spillways one is probably a record-breaker because I had to start from the beginning several times.

It's also the time I need for a traditional A2 painting (like the one I'm planning to do this summer (wink wink) if the heat doesn't knock me out too much).

For simpler things like a portrait alone without background I try not to exceed 10 hours. Like Copia with his face hidden by his hat, or the one where he's holding a Grucifix. The one on the beach looks just as simple on paper and yet I think I spent more time on it, because I did some lineart to lay down certain details and I spent a lot of time refining the textures.

In any case, even for something very simple I rarely go under 6 hours, I consider myself a slow artist which isn't necessarily a problem, unless you want to make a living out of it.

- Avoiding burn-out is a difficult challenge. In 2020 I think I experienced it, it was my first A2 painting, there was a deadline, I was late and it was very important to me. I worked intensely on this big piece, I didn't do anything other than that, stopping only to eat and sleep. At the time I was having a great time, I was really enjoying myself, thinking I was experiencing the 'true passion of art' and I still have really good memories of that period of a few weeks. But once I'd finished I kinda fell apart, I was always tired, did an artblock for several months, it was difficult to get back to normal and it caused me problems for my job. It's thanks to doing ghost fanarts that I've managed to recover. I really don't recommend pushing yourself like that it's not healthy at all.

To avoid this happening again, I impose a schedule on myself. A break every 2 hours where I get up from my chair and walk around a bit. I don't work more than a certain number of hours a day (8~10) and I don't work at weekends. Well, that's the ideal, obviously it's hard to keep. When I get caught up in the enthusiasm of a project I have a bit of trouble controlling myself, it's like an obsession and nothing else matters.

There's also the fact that my interest in a project fades easily. I need to do as much as possible in one go so I don't risk giving up before it's finished. For commission I can work on several projects at once, jumping from one to another alternately, but I really prefer to be able to concentrate on one thing at a time. The more projects I have in the queue, the more scattered my mind becomes and I don't work well in that state.

Thank you so much for your interest! 🖤🖤

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ikrutt · 2 years

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Sorry if you get this a lot, my boyfriend has been wanting to start doing commissions like you do, and I like your art. Could you tell me more about your experience? Like how you got here and what taking commissions is like as a job?

Firstly, I'm an hobby artist. This means art is not my day job, just a side gig at most. I have years of experience, but only rarely take on commissions these days.

Secondly, I suggest reading the thread "On pricing and quality" by Caraid. She explains the hustle better than I ever could.

A brief history of my own commission experience below:

I have done a lot of commissions in the past. I started doing them when I was 13 or 14, when my father helped me set up a PayPal account and LiveJournal was still a thing.

In the beginning, I charged only a few dollars and found my niche doing portraits (avatars, con badges, etc.) with animal and anthropomorphic characters.

After building a bit of an audience, I continued to develop my skills and raise my rates over several years, until I could charge perhaps $40/hr for illustration work. This was in my late teens/early twenties, when I had to actively make money from art to eat.

During this time, I also discovered another niche - fetish art! I tired of this after a few years, but it got me a lot of watchers in a short span of time. The process of building an audience is truncated if you can fill the void of someone's paraphilia.

Anyway, I don't want to give any concrete advice on making money on art now. The market seems to be very different these days. For one, it's more globalized and saturated with thousands of quality artists from all over.

So unless you live in a country with a low cost of living, I think you'll find it hard to quickly get to a level that will net you a living wage. In my experience, you need a lot of passion and drive to get to a level where your time and energy is worth it.

#ask

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✨🍕🎀🎄 Welcome to the Blog! 🎄🎀🍕✨

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This is primarily an art/rp ask blog focusing on three different Dwight Fairfields (Pizza, Fancy & Elf) within the Entity from the video game Dead by Daylight. Other Dead by Daylight themed art will be posted here as well. There will be jokes but the blog is relatively serious. (mainly because mod is terrible at making jokes) Feel free to ask the mod (Drako) questions too!

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- Appearance wise all 3 Dwights are the same height at 5′10″! - Fancy is technically the oldest in real world standards - Elf is the oldest altogether, very few people know this. (ie. your character wouldn’t know this unless they are extremely close to Elf) - The only locker Dwight is Pizza, though he has been learning that the locker isn’t always the best place to hide - If you want to interact with the Dwights, you are most likely going to talk to Fancy unless you specify - The Dwights do not like killers, they will be standoffish if not rude. That’s not to say that they couldn’t be friends with one but don’t expect them to be trusting to begin with. (Actions speak louder than words) - The Dwight’s campfire is connected to another survivor campfire belonging to @lab-camp-kill - Note that there is a protective barrier around their campfire and some surrounding trees that does not allow killers at their fire

Pizza Jumpy, nervous, and a bit cowardly he’s very easily spooked and very rarely strays from a group. Besides that he can flip flop on his emotions but he tries to be friendly and supportive, he’s always down for companionship... even if he has a bad habit of just being awkward. He’s actually quite clever and quick witted but he second guesses himself a lot.

Fancy Friendly, and compassionate, he tends to come off as rather calm by Dwight standards. But once you get to know him you’ll know he’s just as much a nervous emotional wreck as any of them. He’ll be there for you any which way you need, just don’t mind him when he has to leave the campfire for a while. He won’t swear from pain, like at all, even near death.

Elf Snappy, calculated and tired most of the time. He’s a great asset to have on a team. He knows many things and is willing to help others but can have a thin patience at times. Though he can be snippy he still enjoys the company of others and will apologize if he realizes he’s done something wrong. He can be an asshole, but it’s rarely ever directed at anyone other than himself or the killers.

The DwEntity (Dwi) The Dweet’s Entity They/it/he 6′ tall, they are capable of changing it if they really wanted to (but they don’t) Has the face of a Dwight and is generally interested in anything to do with the man Prefers to look less intimidating and more just eerie, they like to make themself appear weak so they are underestimated, much like Dwight himself. They find it amusing. Is actually a very old and powerful Entity Their voice is crackly, like radio static The Dweets are not the only Dwights that they have under their watch, but the Dweets are some favourites They’re reclusive and antisocial, not very good with social interactions and don’t try to be not necessarily rude… on purpose, but extremely uncaring They can be spoken to but they are unlikely to respond unless it directly effects them. Or it has to do with Dwight. Generally cruel by human perspective

#pinned post #Welcome to the blog! New and old!#Hard to think this blog is over a year old now... still crazy to me #I still feel like a new blog haha #I still love my boys very much <3 #feel free to send all sorts of asks!#please don't be upset if I don't answer though :(#inspiration and motivation are a fleeting thing #I stream on Twitch every saturday and monday 7pm PST!! :D #I put announcements on this blog that I delete once the stream is over #Dweetyboy on twitter (though you'll see all the same content there for the most part

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mrnicholas · 2 years

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Hello! I don't mean to intrude, but I would love to know if you're still taking commissions or if you have a waitlist. I saw your artwork and I NEED to commission you!

At the moment I'm not. I injured my hand months ago and my thumb is still struggling a bit with drawing without pain. Right now it's much better but gets tired very very quickly so I can only draw in short bursts and can't do the complicated stuff I used to until it heals. I'll probably have to ease back into it and take only simple portraits when I start back up. What kind of commission did you have in mind? I can always write your contact info down and get back to you, but it'll probably be awhile unless it's on the easier side of things.

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thornaelle · 2 years

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CW: Mental health talk, with apologies to everyone who's followed me in the last few months and is (still) not getting the content they expected.

TL;DR I'm struggling with my mental health and have been for A While, currently several months into treatment, things are getting better but art is hard and making art for other people is just not happening right now. If you were on my commission list you should have had an email from me.

I don’t talk about myself much —or at all, really— but my mental health has been pretty abysmal for a very long time. I started trying to tackle it early this year; I was so exhausted by crying all the time and hating myself and my life that I finally caved and went to the doctor. I'd been trying to for years, but always talked myself out of it for one nonsense reason or another. I never really believed that I deserved help, or that I was bad enough to need it, and particularly in the last couple of hell years I felt like I shouldn’t waste anyone’s time with my sadness when there were so much more important things going on and people with “real” problems were dying. There’s still a bit of me that feels that way.

But that’s probably just extra evidence that I'm depressed.

I've been on medication for several months now and things are still up and down, but slowly getting better. The ups are far more plentiful and the downs are not nearly so low as they were. I’m still struggling with motivation and I'm still really tired, but it's not from crying for hours a day any more. It’s been so long since “normal” that I’m not sure what it looked like on me, but I’m beginning to believe that I might be heading there. I may even have glimpsed it a couple of times.

Art has often felt like the only thing I have —and don’t get me wrong, it does bring me joy— but it's been such a struggle for such a long time. It takes me days, weeks or even months to finish small pieces, and it makes me so frustrated because I love drawing, but there always seems to be a point where my enjoyment stalls and it suddenly becomes an impossible slog; but I still feel like I have to get it done even if I hate it and never want to see it again afterwards. It's still a struggle now, but I think it’s starting to get better. I've been drawing for myself a bit- I made a little self portrait icon and then drew a whole load of OCs to match, and I've been making some character sheets, I started a Pathfinder campaign with some friends so obviously I've been drawing my PC (she's a pink tiefling swashbuckler and I love her), and I've done lots of doodling that went no where and that was ok. It's been pretty nice.

But I feel guilty as hell because it’s not work.

I opened commissions way back in December largely out of a feeling of obligation, because I kept on saying I would; in the summer, in September, then late-September, September-October, definitely October, maybe November- and kept not getting around to it; and then I crashed hard as soon as I did. I had myself convinced that everything was fine up until then, or fine enough (spoilers: it was not), and I could totally do them, but I haven’t done any of them, I haven’t even confirmed them. I kept telling myself “next week I will be up to it” but of course that next week when everything is magically better has yet to materialize. I feel incredibly guilty about it, and it only gets worse with each “next week” that passes. I’m so sorry to everyone I’ve disappointed.

I want to be able to pick them up again, but I have to be patient and realistic with myself; and realistically I’m just not in that place yet. Forcing myself to do them is only going to undo what progress I’ve made. I need to be kind to myself and get comfortable with my own expectations for a while, without running myself into the ground trying to meet those of others too. I tried "pushing through" for years and it was destroying me. So my commissions are on hold, for the moment. I want to do them —for those that still want them, I don't blame anyone who doesn't, I realise that I do not look super reliable right now— but when I am in a better place for it, so I can do both them and myself justice.

I don't really know if I'm going to start posting personal art again in the meantime. I do miss it! I miss seeing likes and reblogs and everyone's tags. But I also do not miss the accompanying pressure. It might be that I'll do better with that now, but I don't know. I'm hesitant to find out. I do have a zine piece from last year that I can post now, so maybe that'll be my test re-entry.

So that's where I am and where I've been. I'm genuinely feeling better now than I have done in years —maybe decades— but the difference has really put how very not well I was doing into sharp focus. I spent most of last August crying; I'm hoping not to do that this year.

Thanks for sticking with me, and I hope I can start sharing art again some time in the not too distant future ♡

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Hi I'd like to request a haikyuu matchup!:)

• Romantic please

• I'm nonbinary and my pronouns are they/them

• I have no gender preference

• I am an adult

• Personality: I am very much the parent friend, I am an absolute airhead, bit of a stoner, I'm the friend that if you're too shy at a restaurants I'll talk for you but if I'm with someone more confident than me like my mom or older brother I have to have them talk for me, I have no idea how to use a computer properly, I tend to downplay my talents and absolutely hate compliments because I never know how to respond, I thoroughly enjoy coming up with extremely absurd ideas and headcanons (for example: came up with the idea to have an indoor mini golf course exclusively for the lgbtq community), I don't know what I'm talking about literally ever I just word vomit and people seem to think I'm funny, I very much like my personal space and have a very low social battery so I spend a lot of time alone buy otherwise I'm pretty energetic and upbeat, definitely more of an optimist, sometimes to my detriment. I'm also a triple Leo, I'm an infp as far as I know, and I kin Yamaguchi, Nishinoya, and Bokuto

• Hobbies/interests: I have over 70 squishmallows and I collect their bio/name tags in an old ipsy bag, I do white charcoal portraits and plan on doing commissions for them once I expand my portfolio, I play animal crossing every single day usually without fail, I absolutely adore sharks, frogs, and most reptiles esp alligators and crocodiles, I love astrology and love doing people's charts and telling them my assumptions about them (after reading into their placements ofc), I like to watch true crime, paranormal, nature, and history documentaries, I also like a lot of anime specifically (outside of haikyuu) demon slayer, jjk, and jojos bizarre adventure, and I'm going to be a summer day camp counselor this summer at the camp I grew up going to

• My type: someone that's more on the responsible side so I don't have to worry about them doing something stupid, someone calmer so I don't get tired out when I'm with them for long periods of time but not so laid-back that I get bored, someone that will put up with my antics and sometimes participate, has got to be calm and grounded when I'm feeling anxious and will talk me through it rather then freaking out and asking me a ton of questions I don't have the answers to, will understand when I'm not feeling up to being social, is interested in the things I'm interested in or is willing to hear me vent about them, understands that I'm not a big fan of being touched constantly and will give me space

• Love languages: acts of service and gift giving (I give the gifts, hate receiving them)

• I absolutely do not want to be paired with kuroo, Kenma, kindaichi, shirabu, or goshiki (some I really don't like, some I'm just indifferent toward)

Thank you!

I believe you and Osamu would be a good match!

HOW YOU MET

You had only recently started being a camp counselor at the summer camp you went to growing up. After four years, they decided they could pair you up with new counselors to help them out.

“He’s really nice,” the camp director said. “Went here for two years when he was really young, so he knows a little, but that was who knows how long ago.”

“So, I’m just helping him learn how to be a counselor?” you asked, and she nodded with a small laugh.

“Yeah,” she said, and she looked down at the clipboard in her hands. “Before you go looking for him, he’s with the nurse. Doing a quick physical on him. You know how long it takes.”

“Thanks,” you said as you nodded.

You started walking down to the nurse’s office since you needed a physical too and it would be quicker to wait for him to get done downstairs than talking to the other counselors. The two flights of stairs sucked while carrying your luggage, but you didn’t want to lose it. After taking a deep breath once you got to the bottom of the stairs, you turned to walk down the hallway that led to the nurse’s office.

The nurse’s office was at the end of the hallway, which a guy walked out of. He was tall and his shoulders broad. His hair was nearly black and messy, as if he had been running his fingers through it. He was wearing khaki shorts and a black shirt with a volleyball reference on it.

“Hey,” you said, and he looked at you. “Are you Miya-san?”

He nodded with a small smile. “Yeah. I’m Miya Osamu, but I prefer people just callin’ me Osamu.”

“L/N Y/N,” you said, and you stopped walking. “But people usually just call me L/N.”

Osamu chuckled. “It’s the struggle of havin’ a twin. People think I’m really friendly.”

“Are you not?” you asked with a small smile. Osamu chuckled. “Also, a twin? I’ve never met a twin before.” You chuckled slightly. “Bet you hear that a lot.”

“You’ve got no idea,” Osamu said. You found it easy to talk to him. He turned his head to look over his shoulder as he pointed towards the nurse’s office with his thumb. “Do ya also need to go to the nurse?”

You nodded. “Yeah. You can wait upstairs if you want. It’s not going to take long.”

“I could just wait out here for you,” Osamu said before quickly adding. “If that’s alright.”

“Of course it is.” You smiled. “Just watch my stuff for me while I’m in there.”

“You got it,” Osamu said as he took your luggage from you. “Now, go on. I wanna go check out our cabin soon.”

HEADCANONS

Osamu loves going and hunting for squishmallows and buys you all the ones he finds. If you mention there’s one you want, he will search everywhere for it.

Osamu isn’t one for partying/socializing, especially as he gets older, but he’ll go hang out with people from high school occasionally. When he does meet up with them, it’s typically planned ahead of time, and he will give you the choice of going or not. He’s not going to get upset if you don’t want to go and doesn’t force you. He makes sure you know you’re welcome to join him if you want to.

He’s the kind to set aside movie night every week. Movie night isn’t exclusive to just movies but also television shows. These nights are filled with whatever new thing you guys have found to watch and snacks that he brings home from work.

Osamu is the chill counselor whose cabin behaves so well that every other counselor wishes they had his kids. He’s so nice to be paired up with that both of you request to be paired up with each other every summer you both decide to be counselors.

Whenever you talk about anything you like, he listens and remembers everything. He buys things that remind him of you, even if it’s something you said in passing. He has an entire section in his notes’ app with information about you; all your orders from food places you go to, favorite books/shows/movies, your astrology information, and anything you mention in passing. He’s healthily obsessed with you.

Whenever he introduces you to someone, he has a proud smile as he says, “This is my amazin’ partner.” He loves calling you his “partner” and “significant other” (or anything that you’re comfortable with), because he’s so happy to have you in his life.

RUNNERUP: Sakusa!

#remuswriting matchups

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