Hai jakei! Plz add my oc to ur undervurse animaation cuz i liek ur animaeteon! And u is awezomez, and make my oc da new main characturrrr bcauz my oc iz so stronk! Stronger dan onepunchmaun! And annd her name iz john cena! she has a crush on cross senpai! Plz let john cena marry himmmmmmmmmm! And happy endingz in a ramanticz wayyy.
get out my tumbler you dirty annon you smpamed my dashbord with ur igly drewing ill demand u wit ma fans and ma momma.
I’ve decided to hop onto the bandwagon and make a mayor ref!!
♡ Mayor Citrine
Loves plants!! She owns a plant shop and cares v much for her flowers!
Her town is her garden, she loves planting trees and bushes.
She likes to plant mushrooms and clovers everywhere.
Very neat, makes sure everything inside and outside is organized!
Her best friends are Stella and Baabara! She loves to read with them.
Likes to wear sweaters/cardigans and skirts!
She’s an early bird. Loves doing house/yard work between 5-6 a.m.
Likes to visit her twin sister’s boutique!!
Very kind mayor! She does many favors for everyone and makes sure Isabelle gets many breaks as she deserves. She loves all of her villagers and makes sure they’re happy and comfortable in her town of Nodrya!
Lottie’s bun - plays with her hair constantly, messy bun, undershave
Freckles! She’s always out in the sun!
Birthmark on forehead - her twin has one on her chin!
I’m glad you had a little taste of freedom. What I said was … I’m always 10 steps ahead. I said you cross me, I crush you. You hit me, I hit you back twice as hard. You make me your dog, I’ll make you my slave.
Anonymous said: Crush sits cross legged on floor while the reader draws him and he has to stay still and it’s all cute and stuf!
A/N: Again, I apologize for all these imagines being written so late. I hope the people that requested awhile ago see theirs! Thank you all for requesting! Right now my ask box is closed and I’m not taking anymore requests until I get the old requests written. This is just one of many on the way. Keep dreaming!~Logan <3
Sighing again, I erased the same line I’d drawn at least 300 times now.
“C/n!” I almost shouted, exasperated.
“What?!” C/n asked, startled by my outburst since it’d been quiet in my room for awhile now.
“Can you please sit still? I’ve been trying to draw your jaw and ear for the past, like, 30 minutes and every time I think I’ve got it down or am close to getting it down, you squirm and I have to start all over again!”
“Sorry, y/n! It’s just hard to sit in this position for so looonnggg,” he said, dragging out the last word.
I let out a frustrated growl and he smirked.
“Well, what position do you prefer?” I rubbed my temples in frustration.
I swear, I loved this boy but he sure knew how to test my patience.
“Mm, missionary, to be honest,” he shrugged, his face devoid of emotion like it always was right before he cracked up at his own joke.
“Ugghh, fuck you!” I whacked him in the arm with my sketchpad, his shoulders shaking as he roared with laughter.
He could be so immature sometimes. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love his immature sense of humor.
“I wish you would,” he smirked, eyes shining with mirth.
“It’s a good thing you’re cute,” I grumbled, crossing my arms and glaring at him.
“Why?” He asked, sporting a shit-eating grin.
“Because if you weren’t I’d be using this pencil to stab you, instead of using it to draw your stupid cute face.”
“Oh my god, am I your muse?” He asked dramatically
“No, you’re my pain in the ass,” I rolled my eyes.
He gasped, clutching his chest dramatically, “She called me her pain in the ass.”
“Alright, Romeo, calm down. Now can you please sit still?”
“Only if I can sit on the floor, cross-legged,” he said, smoothing his clothes.
“Anything to get you to sit still,” I said, moving off the chair I was sitting on, to plop myself on my floor.
He stepped off the stool I’d sat him in originally and sat cross-legged in front of me. He turned his head to the side like he’d had it before, clenching his jaw.
I dragged my eyes away from the delicious site of his side profile to sketch it more accurately. A few minutes had passed, the only sound in the room was some relaxing music I’d put on low, the sound of lead scratching over paper, and our soft breaths. I had moved on to drawing c/n’s broad shoulders, trying to get the shading and outline right when c/n’s voice broke the silence.
“I never asked you what your project was for, y/n.”
I almost dropped my pencil, leaving a crooked line that I quickly erased.
“It’s a drawing project,” I said, trying to avoid answering truthfully.
“No shit, Sherlock,” out of the corner of my eyes I could see a smirk on his face before he went back to talking. “I mean, why’d you pick me for it? Every assignment you’ve gotten so far in your drawing class has come with some prompt. Some reason behind why you’re drawing the thing.”
I pretended not to hear him, pretended I was too engrossed in shading the wrinkles of his loose hoodie.
“Y/nnn,” he dragged out my name in a taunting way.
My cheeks heated up and I bit my lip. There was no way he was going to drop the subject. He knew when he was getting under my skin.
I huffed before mumbling, “I’m supposed to draw someone…that–umm–that…”
“That?” He asked, his voice gentle, coaxing me.
“That I–basically a person–well someone…someoneIadmire,” I blurted, the words coming out slurred into one.
I had finished drawing his hoodie and realized that the line of his upper lip hadn’t come out right. Trying to distract myself from the fact I’d basically revealed my true feelings for him, I looked up to study his lips only to find his wide eyes staring back at me.
“I have to get your lips right,” I said, my voice sounding strained.
Feeling awkward under his unwavering stare, I cleared my throat. He wasn’t turning his head back to the original position so I decided to take control. I shuffled forward on my knees so I was close enough, and reached a finger out. Slowly, my finger glided over the curve of his jaw and I heard his breathing shallow. I applied slight pressure as my finger reached the side of his chin. He obediently moved his head to the side. I let my finger linger on his skin a moment longer than necessary before pulling away and settling back in my original place to start again on drawing his lips.
It seemed that my words had sent c/n into a strange kind of trance and anxiety settled in my stomach.
My tongue stuck out as I tried to re-shape his lips on my paper. I looked up again to find c/n had moved his head to stare at me again.
“On second thought maybe I should’ve chosen someone else. You can’t seem to keep your neck turned,” I chuckled softly, finding his antics more cute than annoying like I liked to act they were.
“Sorry, it’s just hard to resist looking at you for even a little bit,” he mumbled, turning his head again.
I frowned, wondering where my confident, snarky boy c/n had gone and how a shy boy with flushed cheeks had come to take his place.
My own cheeks flushed at his confession, but I tried not to take it to heart. He couldn’t possibly like observing me, staring at me.
“It’s alright, but just try to hold your head in place for just a little longer. Lips have always been tricky for me to draw and yours are giving me an especially hard time,” I chuckled, trying to lighten the tension in the room.
“Maybe you should kiss them,” he suggested and I dropped my pencil my eyes flying up to look at him.
Of course, of all times he chose this one to keep his head turned away from mine. Still, I could see the edge of his lips quirk up a bit in one of those rare smiles that he gave when he felt equal parts shy and equal parts bold.
“And just what do you expect that will do in helping me with drawing them, hm, c/n?” I asked, crossing my arms.
“If you can feel the grooves of my lips, you might find it easier to draw them. Drawing may be all about observing visually, but I think it benefits you when you observe sensuously as well,” he said.
I just sat there, my head fighting between what I desired and what I logically knew to be smart to do.
“What harm could it do, y/n?”
I breathed deep. He was right. What harm could it really do? A million answers to that question ran through my mind but I focused on him instead. The delicious way his lips were frozen in that soft grin, the adorable bend of his nose, the way his eyelashes curled just the slightest at the ends.
I moved to sit in front of him, his head still frozen in his pose. Finally, our eyes met. His were adoring and in awe, gliding over my face, drinking me in. I moved in, slowly, until my lips were just brushing against his. Internally, I was screaming, shouting for joy, and laughing giddily but externally all that I could do before I pressed my lips completely to his was let out a weak breath.
What registered first was the slightly chapped texture of his lips, and then the softness of them underneath that. And finally, the fact that he was not pressing back into mine.
Pulling back abruptly, and overcome with embarrassment, I looked him in the eyes.
“Why–why didn’t you kiss me back?” I asked, my confusion quickly turning into panic.
“Because you told me to stay still,” he answered, eyes dancing with mischief, his breath shallow which told me I wasn’t the only one affected by what I’d just done.
Shaking my head, I let out a breathy laugh while rolling my eyes playfully. That’s when he gently placed his hands on either sides of my cheeks and pulled me in for the sweetest kiss.
As we pulled back and regained our breath, I giggled, “You may be the worst model ever, but you’re the best damn kisser.”
“Well, then you’ve gotta keep me around. Especially if you plan on drawing any more pictures of me and need more help with…observing…my lips,” he chuckled.
“Oh, I’m keep you right where you are,” I laughed, before he pulled me in for another kiss.
They’ve treated us with a barrage of romance titles for everyone to enjoy ranging from heroic princes to otherworldly monsters to rich men to samurai warriors.
But it isn’t perfect…
Voltage will often try to “improve” by adding voice actors to their characters.
Sounds exciting right?
Only to find out that only one or two characters get their voices for only a SHORT amount of time, while the other characters you love get nothing…
And that purchased voiced story cost you…almost 5$ right?
Your poor money right?
Another issue is the duration of special stories for the same price.
User and Voltage fan: @enchantedsylveon
posted a complaint when she explained when she bought an EITM “Etherial Desire” sub story of Miyabi’s and Chikage’s.
Both of these stories were the same exact price of $2.99.
This user was very smart by addressing the problem as when she played both stories, she had timed them on her iPhone.
One story was about 50 minutes long while the other was an hour long.
Why do we have to pay for the same price if one story was going to be longer?
Why couldn’t Voltage do what they usually do by merging 2 episodes of both characters into one story package?
This doesn’t seem very fair…
And speaking of fairness, I’d like to address the problem of this years summer election.
In the last two years, Voltage Inc hosted an election for us fans to vote on our most favorite characters.
Naturally, Eisuke Ichinomiya from Kissed by the Baddest Bidder had one two years in a row for his popularity rate.
Which brings us to the 2016 election in which this year has a starry theme.
Hmm? Now what Voltage game has to do with stars?
As the days went on, the amount of votes grew stellar and very high in numbers.
This caused the “King” of Voltage, Eisuke himself to begin to win like every year.
This seemingly did not sit well with Voltage Inc as they desperately needed a SCM “starry themed” character to win.
As a result, Voltage Inc went under “maintenance” for about 72 hours which cost the fans days off of voting until the election would be officially over.
When the election was back online, feelings of shock, anger, and sadness were expressed on Voltage fans everywhere as numbers of votes and places of characters were decreased and changed.
Voltage sent a note claiming that a lot of us fans…had cheated in the election votes…
That sounds pretty unrealistic considering how only we “cheaters” can participate only by clicking a heart that reads “VOTE” next to our characters with the amount of ballots given to us or the actual money we had paid with.
Characters like Scorpio were shot to the top while fan favs like Chikage were thrown to the bottom.
Voltage had then decided to give us a survey about the election in which fans decided to pour out their honest feelings.
In turn, Voltage ignored us fans and our feelings as they continued to count their Yen.
With these elections and contests come “amazing” prizes.
These prizes including tiny buttons, low quality key chains, and flimsy barely decorated bags.
You think with all our hard work us fans put in to these contests by paying for stories, paying for ballots and votes and even taking time out of our personal lives by drawing fanart just to submit to Voltage, the company could use their billions and create and give us better quality items.
And not just any items, but bodypillows, character figurines, and Voltage anime/manga.
And not only do winners of contests deserve these but the entire fanbase as a whole.
Voltage could start by selling these good quality items.
Not only that, but Voltage should also include in their games: more voiced stories of all their characters, more crossover stories, and the same duration of similar sub stories or if not, conjoin them into one pack for a single price.
ANOTHER THING!!! Forcing us to transfer our highly paid amemix titles to one little jam packed app to resemble that app: Episode by making us follow a ticket system and making us log in with Facebook is absolute BULLSHIT!
There is NO music, you can’t jump to your favorite chapters, the app itself is unorganized, the text font is awful, abc it’s even HARDER to earn CGs!
Some people LOST their stories they paid for and are left with nothing! HOW COULD YOU FUCKING DO THIS TO US?!
THIS POST IS A PETITION FOR VOLTAGE TO MAKE THESE CHANGES IMMEDIATELY!