but i wanted to draw him to cheer you up!

Remember this moment?

This fic is life

Edit: yes, I’m aware that Lance looks really pale. I’m sorry, and no, its not white washing or anything like that, I wanted to make him look more tanned, but with the cheap colored pencils I was afraid I could ruin the drawing. I’ll try to make him tanner in my next drawings. And yes, more dirty laundry fanarts are coming :D

Edit 2: thank you all for your votes, I was feeling a bit anxious because exams are starting tomorrow, but you managed to cheer me up and I’m very thankful for that ♥

Oka Ruto from Yandere Simulator!

Yandere Dev, the creator, has been getting so much spite from some people on the subreddit so I wanted to cheer him up! Thanks for allowing us to view the builds and watch the game progress, it’s been a lot of fun and even inspired a lot of creation in one of my own characters. I’m so happy you decided to partner up with tinybuild and are giving yourself a little more time to relax because you’ve poured your heart and soul into this game. 

I have two other not-as-cool drawings but I’ll work on those later!

Everyone deserves a second chance.

Summary: Loki has turned a new leaf, and has taken residence at the tower. That doesn’t mean everyone trusts him. It’s family night, and everyone is invited but him. You decide to spend some time with Loki in his room.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Language.

A/N: WOOOHOOO!!!!! Finally I uploaded something!!! Tasha Tuesday tomorrow, and some more Bucky on the way too!

Originally posted by lokis-quinn

Ever since Loki got to the tower, you could say things have changed. The easy going, peaceful atmosphere has all but diminished. Everyone is either terrified of the God, or just down right hate him. I believe in the power of positive attitude and kindness. I believe he has changed his ways, but I also think treating him as if he’s a monster will just turn him back into one. I’m not saying I expect everyone to treat him like family immediately, I understand what he’s done and what he’s tried to do. I don’t expect them to accept him with open arms, especially Clint. I’ve caught him with an arrow towards him and I’ve had to stop him. I didn’t figure I’d have to tell a man with 3 kids not to shoot an arrow at a new ally.

As ‘family’ night in the avengers tower is in full swing, I can’t help but feel guilty as literally the only one who wasn’t invited was Loki. Even Thor is here.

“Come on, (Y/N) lighten up. It’s family night!” Tony slaps me on the back, causing me to spit my wine out. Glaring up at him, I put my wine glass on the table.

“It doesn’t really feel like family night.” He raises an eyebrow at me.

“Something wrong?” Steve comes up behind me, resting his hand on my shoulder. I shrug his hand off my shoulder.

“How can we really call this family night when the newest member of our ‘family’ is never invited, and we make no effort to make him feel welcome?” I throw my arms up, walking out of the kitchen. I hear Steve sigh, and I can sense him following me.

“What do you want Steve?”

“Where are you going?” I turn to face him. Maybe it’s PMS, because I’m usually not this highly emotional, but I can feel tears prick my eyes.

“I’m going to go see Loki, because I seem to be the only one who believes in him and I want to spend time with him.” Steve keeps up with me, his hands in his pockets.

“Look, (Y/N) I know how you feel. Really, I do. But he made his bed, and now he has to lay in it.” I turn sharply, and I can only hope the glare I had on my face would kill a man.

“I don’t know about you, Captain, but I believe every man can change his ways. I think Loki is a prime example of that.” He crosses his arms, spreads his legs and looks at the ground, before looking up at me.

“This is Loki we’re talking about here, (Y/N). The God of Mischief and Lies. He can make you think anything about him that he wants you to. He’s dangerous.” I roll my eyes for the one-too-manyth time today.

“That’s rich coming from the man who said, and I quote “There’s only one God ma’am, and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t dress like that.” Does that ring a bell to you, Captain Rogers?” I think for once, I’ve struck the man speechless. It feels good. Empowering.

“Now, please excuse me. Someone has to let him know he’s wanted around here, even if you don’t.” He uncrosses his arms, running his right hand through his hair.

“(Y/N) that’s not what I meant and you kn-”

“Goodbye, Rogers. Enjoy family night.” I’m in the elevator with the doors closing before he can finish his sentence. I don’t think that was too harsh, right? Considering the shit way they’ve been treating Loki.

I understand how dangerous the man is, believe me, I was there when we fought him and the chitauri. I also believe in second chances. Now I know, world domination is a REALLY big thing to have to forgive, and as I’ve stated before, I do not expect everyone to forgive him and be his best friend. He has a long road ahead to make people trust him again, and he’s acutely aware of that. And even if he has no one else, he’ll have me. And I hope that means something to him.

Coming to Loki’s door, I knock firmly twice, awaiting his response. The door opens on its own, no doubt with a little help from his magic. Entering his room, which is decorated with green, gold and black. Did you expect anything else? He lays perched on his bed, his back resting against the headboard, and a book in his left hand, a book he’s no doubt read numerous times, and his right hand behind his head. He looks at me out of the corner of his eye.

“Good evening, pet.” My cheeks become hot at this new nickname of his, he just recently started calling me said name.

“Good evening, Loki.”  He closes his book, and sets it in his lap, leaning towards me and raising an eyebrow.

“Why are you not with your comrades? It is, family night is it not?”  I sigh, looking down at my hands, and twiddling with my fingers.

“It is, I just thought you could use some company. If you don’t mind, that is.” He grins, setting his book on his large, black bedside table.

“How considerate of you, darling. Come, sit.” He gestures to the spot next to him on his massive bed. I don’t know why, but Loki has always been intimidating to me. I’m not afraid, no. He doesn’t scare me, not anymore at least. His presence DEMANDS respect, way more so than Thor. I thought meeting the God of thunder and fertility was difficult, meeting Loki is a whole new ball game. He is stunning in a way no mortal man could ever compete with. Him and Thor are both similar, and yet total opposites. They’re both visually stunning, in their own respects. Thor is powerful, in every sense of the word, and strikingly handsome. He’s cheery, humble, and kind. He is sunshine, while he controls the rain.

Loki is devastatingly handsome, in ways Thor could never accomplish. He’s clever, witty, dark and humorous. He’s romantic, and whimsical. It takes all these qualities to make him the God of mischief and lies, and he does not disappoint.  Perhaps it is these features that has caused me to fall so hard for him..

Doing as he asks, I sit next to him on the bed, moving cautiously, as not to stardle him. Not that I ever could, but just to be on the safe side, I take my time.

“How has your evening been, Loki?” He smirks, turning to face me.

“Quite enjoyable, really. More so now. What have I done to deserve your presence darling?” I bite my lip, looking down into my lap.

“I-I just thought maybe you didn’t want to be alone, and I don’t like the thought of family night when the newest of our family was up in his room alone.” He scoots closer to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

“Mmm, I see. I’m glad you decided to stop in and visit me. Although I must confess, this is not anything new to me, pet. I’m used to being left out. You needn’t trouble yourself with me. My past decisions led me to where I am now, and I must live with the consequences. Do not fret over me, pet. I shall be fine.” I turn to face him, licking my lips and taking a deep breath.

“Nobody deserves to live a life of solitude, Loki. You’ve made some bad choices, yes. The world will probably never see you as good ever again, but that shouldn’t mean the ones you call friends and family never will again. I was THERE, Loki, I saw what happened. I fought against you and almost got killed in the process, I’ve saved many lives, and lost even more. But I believe a man can change, and I believe you have. If nothing else, we as your new comrades should have some faith in you, even if just a little.” During my whole speech, he was looking deep into my eyes, trying to find a lie, or a stretch of the truth, of which I knew he wouldn’t find. He licks his lip, before drawing it into bite on it.

“Why? Why do you believe in me? I do not deserve it.” I sigh.

“Everyone deserves someone cheering them on in their own little corner.” He smirks, bringing his hand up to cup the back of my head, before pulling me closer to him and leaning in.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” I lick my lips, whilst staring at his own.

“What are you waiting for then?” He needs no more convincing, he leans up, capturing my lips with his own. The kiss is slow, but passionate. There’s no need to rush here, we have all the time in the world.

Originally posted by painfulblisss

“What will your friends think of this?” He asks once he pulls away, licking his bottom lip.

“I don’t give a damn what they say.” He chuckles.

“I knew there was a reason I liked you.”

FIN.

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Covering Up Mistakes

Hey, Lovelies, this has been in my computer files for awhile now, and since the blog is going through changes that have given me a bit more creative freedom I decided to post it, so please give it a chance. Hopefully, you all enjoy and thank you!

The parlor was calm today as you sat in the back sketching yet another piece of art you would soon permanently ink onto someone’s skin. It was a simple enough design evolving a stormy sky with a single lighting bolt that would travel down the customer’s spine. The client, John you thought his name was but could not be sure sat impatiently beside you breathing over your shoulder as he awaited the final design.

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anonymous asked:

Ty gets tired and thinks everything's funny. Eth gets tired and hates everything. Tyler gets stressed/anxious and has to talk about it and yell about it and take up space and fight something. Ethan gets stressed/anxious and he gets very quiet and still and small and wants to cry and disappear and bottles it all up. Tyler gets nervous/excited and goes stone faced. Eth gets nervous/excited and gets super giggly and stupid and adorable

Okay this is going to get really long but I think this is really cute??? Like drawing parallels between people is my favorite okay


-Ethan just wants Ty to go to bed so he’ll STOP LAUGHING

-Tired!Tyler tickling as jumping on top of Ethan, trying to get him to ‘cheer up’ and Ethan is half his size but is just like 
“I’m going to fucking murder you.”

-Tired!Ethan in his corner of the office, nine (bone dry) Starbucks cups around him, absolutely GLARING at the screen because the computer mouse isn’t working and everything is ruined because he hasn’t slept in two days.

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Dab and Evan head cannons

- Dab and Evan hanging out in Evans room. Evan is intensely reading this book for fun he’s a nerd and dab is played down diagonal to him day dreaming and talking about all the things he wants to create. Evans legs are spread out across Dabs back and they’re just laying there enjoying each others company.

- dab would vaguely see smoke from out of his window and rush to the pancake house excited because explosion = cool and he wants in on the fun

- them drawing together and Evan wither being extremely good or just terrible and Dab cheers him on either way

- Dab not liking rainy days and during those times Evan comes over to cheer him up. Junior chemistry set, some comics, maybe some games..

- Dab trying to use the work bench om Evans balcony

- Evan being really interested in Dil

- “ uncle Dil, do you think I can be a scientist too??” *starry eyes*

- Dil would smile and ruffle his hair

- Dab drawing basically all of Evans birthday gifts

- Evan hangs them around his desk


Ah this is my first time doing head cannons
I just love them and their friendship so much ;^;

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(Requested by Anon) (Part 1 of this imagine here) (Part 2 of this imagine here)

(READ THE FIRST PARTS BEFORE READING THIS)

You stepped out of your room, looking back and forth from one end of the hall to the other to make sure the coast was clear. You wanted to walk around the castle, explore a little.

Without Felix.

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bosstoaster  asked:

Congrats on 1k followers!! For requests, how about Shance - Dance :3c

Thank you :D

*Keep in mind I HC this as happening in the 80′, and Shiro is not a minor.

Taking this chance to remind everyone I’m still taking requests for my 1000 followers special! (Ps, ya’ll can ask for stuff other than shance lmao, like 80% of the prompts are shance fjgkhf not that I’m complaining)


“Would you do me the honor of a dance?”

The voice came from a cadet younger than him. Shiro recognized him as Keith’s friend, or rival, or something like that. Two grades below him, dark skinned, scrawny, and surprisingly not as short as Shiro had come to expect from younger people. He was almost his height, actually. Really cute as well. Such a shame Shiro would have to decline.

Smiling warmly, he said, “Thank you. I appreciate it, but I really don’t want any pity dances. Being outed like that wasn’t fun, but it’s fine.” He’s had a couple of other askers earlier that night already. Straight, genuinely nice guys who probably wanted to cheer him up, show their support. He appreciated the gesture, he really did. But he just wanted to let the storm pass, not draw more attention to the fact that, as it was phrased, “The garrison’s most promising fighter pilot is a faggot". Not over a pity dance, anyway.

“Wow, that’s… uh… I’m bi. And you’re hot. Really hot.”

“Oh.” Well, that… Certainly changed things.

“When I heard what happened… I was so pissed. It was such bullshit. You’re the best pilot we have, so who the hell cares who you… Uh…  Fancy.” The young cadet finished awkwardly, scratching the back of his head.

Fuck, he probably meant to say. It was known, after all, how the famous Takashi Shirogane was caught on his knees, sucking off a dude he picked up in an underground gay bar. According to the more tame rumors, anyway. The wilder ones… He didn’t even want to think about those.

He shouldn’t have broke the curfew to sneak to the nearest town. He was horny, yes, but was it worth almost getting kicked out? Absolutely not. Of course the administration said it was because of the disciplinary offense, aka breaking out at night, but they all knew what it was really all about. More than half the students sneaked out on a regular basis, and no one gave a flying fuck. But when word got around he was caught with a dude…. It was another story.

“Thank you. I wish more people would agree with you on this.” Shiro said weakly, letting some of his tough facade fade into something more vulnerable.

“I’m Lance, by the way.”

“Lance.” Shiro rolled the name around on his tongue. He liked the shape of it. “Takashi Shirogane, though I get the feel you already knew that.”

Lance chuckled softly, and yup, Shiro was indeed very, very gay. What was it about a cute boy laughing from your joke that instantly made your knees go weak?

“And on a second thought… A dance sounds really nice.” Damned be consequences, he wasn’t missing this opportunity for the world. 

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Gravity Falls Year One Anniversary: The Stanchurian Candidate

I was really excited to be chosen to participate in this event and get the episode I wanted! Good excuse to draw Tad again.

Since I couldn’t settle on one idea, I just drew a bunch of silly doodles based off of the episode. Hope you like them!

@ihavebeencalled @gravityfallsyearoneanniversary

Evan and Connor being boyfriends

Hear me out. They would be able to help each other, Evan trying to help Connor ease off drugs, smoking, alcohol, etc…, and then Connor eventually just stopping all of it because he doesn’t need them to feel happy because he has Evan who makes him happy. Then Connor trying to help Evan with his anxiety, and helping him talk to people, or just squeezing his hand when he seems nervous, and Evan just being able to talk to Connor without stuttering or becoming nervous. Then Evan slowly making Connor a better person, making him more gentle and calm. Then both of them just trying to cheer each other up on bad days, then just being a completely adorable couple.

anonymous asked:

all of the usual skelebros (that is, ut, uf, us, and sf) reactions to their S/O making pie or ice cream sundaes or whatever, and they "accidentally" squirt a lil bit of whipped cream on their boyfriend's face and try to kiss and/or lick it off. not in, like, a dirty sexual way tho. S/O is just rlly rlly shy and wants an excuse to smooch their cute skeleton man ;;

(I don’t have emojis on PC, sooo….)

THIS *clap* CUTE *clap* SHIT *clap* IS  *clap* MY *clap* JAM. Also this might be toeing a lil closer to nsfw than usual but then again, its me.

Also also, this got kinda long because I was in a mood for fluff, so some under the cut. A lot under the cut. 

UT!Sans: “sweet of you to cook.” He grinned from his spot leaning on the counter.

You roll your eyes.”That was barely a pun, dude.”

The grin widened and he came up behind you. “come on, I’m pie-ing here.”

That one gets a small smile out of you and you turn back to the pastry. He reaches from behind you. “hang on, think it needs a test-”

You smack him away. “Phalanges off, its not done.” You gesture the can in your hand. “I abjectly refuse to let you eat pie without whipped cream, I’m a good person. So just sit tight.”

He smirked, holding his hands up and backing away. “alright, alright. normally i’d argue but you’ve got me whipped, babe.”

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Hello, @captainmazzic! We saw your post about how you want to draw comics but are not sure and scared about whether you’ll make it.
Sooo my friends and I have decided to cheer you up! We ship our love to you from Russia across the ocean.
1) That’s me, Arina. I’m a translator and a ficwriter who nowadays  writes a lot about Thrawn and adores your artwork not only of him but of all the other characters you draw.
2) That’s Rita, she’s a ficwriter too. She is in love with you Eli and doing a quick cosplay of him as you can see.
3) That’s Risha’s laptop, cause she is too shy to show her face. She is a musician and she adores your art.
4) That’s Nastya’s laptop, who is shy too. She is a biologist and she’s always the first one to bring in your new art.
5) That’s Alina, she is a philologist. She is also a ficwriter and she is always interested in your art.
6) That’s Dominic. She’s a stuntwoman and she’s trying very hard to reach your art no matter what xD
7) That’s Evgenia. She is an artist, the author of “Pa-pa-panda” and that poster of Thrawn & Eli as gay school-boys and she’s a great fan of your Maul. She drew an Eli based on your design so I guess I don’t need to say that you inspired her.
8) That’s Anastasya’s laptop, who’s the third shy person in the party. She’s a sports’ manager and a ficwriter and she loves your Thrawn a lot.
So, as you can see, we are all very different, but we love your art and we want to you to believe in yourself and stay confident!

Reflection

:< the bea @ffxv-edits lost a lot of his work last night when he was trying to draw, so I decided to write something for him to cheer him up!

This follows the TROPE of two people being locked in a room and having to fuck to get out. It is also just shameless smut.

This is selfcest. Yarp, it is Noctis/Noctis, well more like VerusXII!Noctis/FFXV!Noctis.

Noct = FFXV Noctis

Noctis = VerusXII Noctis.

I hope you guys enjoy! Also sorry for any mistakes, you know how it goes. I might post in Ao3 but I’m not sure.



The mouth moving around his cock was making his legs tremble and his hips twitch. He wanted to kick again, just out of frustration, but there was no point at all. He was slowly rolling his hips against the warm mouth, letting it suck on the head of his cock, while skilled fingers moved to gently fondle his balls. The long fingers knew exactly where to touch, they knew how to make him squirm and twitch until his body was jerking on its own and his back was arching off the bed. He was a panting mess, his eyes wide in pleasure as the hand moved closer to gently stroke the tight opening that was now wet from the excess saliva.


“I thought you said this was going to feel awkward, Noct.”


Noct’s right eye twitched and he hissed quietly. One of his hands reached down to push on the face buried against his crotch. “F-fuck off,” It was weird, it was odd. He twisted his body to stare at the red eyes looking at him in a playful way. He cussed out in return, as the owner of those eyes swallowed his whole member in one go. He gasped and gripped the sheets under him, his hips rocking subconsciously.


He still couldn’t believe this was happening. How the fuck does this even happen? How do you wake up in a room you have never seen before, with someone that looks exactly like you? There was no explanation at all either. The room had no doors, only a bed and a table. At first he thought there was a mirror, but that turned out to be just the second person occupying the room. They tried to fight at first, thinking the other was an impostor but they stopped as soon as they saw the large sign on one of the walls.


If you want to get out, you must fuck.”


How? Why? Who would do something like this? Even worst how the hell were there two of him. He was about to suggest just breaking down a wall with the armiger, but as soon as he turned around, the other Noctis was already taking off his shirt. It was as if there wasn’t anything weird about this! Was he the only normal one around?


“W-wait, what are you doing?” Noct’s eyes widened as the other removed his belt and shrugged.


“Well, I wanna get out and I have more important shit to do than freak out. Unlike you it seems.” Noctis said and snickered behind his hand, looking so smug.

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The Natural Progression

Warren x Reader x Alex

A/N: This is pretty much straight up wish fulfillment. I’ve made Warren and Alex roommates for convenience’s sake. @kurtwxgners I’m picking up where you left off here and also I screamed the entire time I wrote this byeeeeee

It starts after you sleep together for the first time.

You’re lying tangled together in bed the morning after, Alex’s arm draped over your waist and one of Warren’s wings stretched across both of you. You blink slowly awake as you feel Alex’s arm gently tighten around you while Warren presses languid, sleepy kisses to your shoulder. No one talks about where your relationship goes from here, or what the sex means for the three of you, but as you gradually rouse yourself from the soft, drowsy haze of sleep and kiss them both good morning before going to make coffee for the three of you, there’s an obvious undercurrent of domesticity that doesn’t feel new to your dynamic, but that you had never really noticed before. The morning progresses at a lazy, unhurried pace as the three of you sit leaning against each other in the bed, slowly sipping your coffee and chatting idly about things of relative unimportance, and at the back of your mind, you think maybe this is where you were always meant to end up.

You spend the night at their apartment most nights that week. You don’t discuss it, or ask to come over, or even really mention it at all, it just happens. Sometimes you make them dinner, or sit and watch shitty TV, and sometimes the three of you fall straight into bed together. The sex doesn’t have the same urgent, hurried feel it did the first night. Sometimes it’s gentle and slow, though more often it’s rough and intense, but there’s always an immeasurable sense of affection evident in the way they touch you before, during and after sex, and you wake up every morning wedged between the two of them, their arms twined around you and one another in a display of vulnerability unmatched anywhere else in their lives. 


A romantic relationship feels like the obvious progression for the three of you. They’re your dearest friends, and you know you love them, so it isn’t difficult to think you could be in love with them, but you have no idea where to start and you’re terrified of disrupting the existing peace. You tentatively broach the subject over coffee one morning, as you’re sitting on the couch, leaning against Alex’s side with your legs stretched over Warren’s lap.

“Is this-I mean-are we dating?” You ask cautiously, blushing furiously and very deliberately looking only at the mug clutched in your slightly shaking hands. There’s a long pause before either of them says anything, and you think you might cry if no one speaks soon, because you’re petrified that you’ve completely ruined things for you all.

“What do you mean?” Warren asks after a while, but there’s no malice in his tone, nothing but gentle interest and wariness. You swallow hard in an attempt to keep your voice even.

“I was just-it’s just that I’m spending basically all my time with you guys, and I don’t think I’ve been back to my apartment more than twice this week, and I don’t think I like sleeping in my own bed anymore, because it’s cold and lonely, and I just want to know what we’re doing here.” You say, your voice shaky. “I-” You take a steadying breath “I want to be dating you. If that’s something you guys want.” You say, and even to your own ears your voice sounds small and uncertain. There are tears welling in your eyes, because you didn’t realise just how much you wanted this till you put it into words, and the uncertainty is making you want to run away and hide from these two beautiful boys you care so much about. “We don’t have to, I just want-” Your voice breaks and suddenly it’s all you can do to choke down a sob, because you hadn’t meant to be this blatantly vulnerable. “I just think we could make each other happy.” The words have barely left your lips when Alex’s arms go around you, pulling you onto his lap and letting you bury your face against the side of his neck as he reaches out to grab Warren’s wrist and tug him in closer.

“Babygirl, you already make us so fucking happy.” Warren’s voice is low and fraught with emotion. “We’ll have you however you want to be with us.” He says, gently brushing away a tear that was sliding down your cheek, his wings extending slightly to encircle the three of you in a protective cocoon. Alex’s fingertips are rubbing slow, soothing patterns across your shoulder as he presses an affectionate kiss to the top of your head.

“If you want to be dating us, then that’s what we want too, sweetheart. We can do this however you want, but we want to be with you.” Alex murmurs, and you slowly lift your head from where it’s tucked against his neck to look at both of them, eyes still pricking with tears.

“Really?” You ask timidly, and Warren gives you a small, encouraging smile, taking your hand in his and squeezing it reassuringly.

“More than anything.” 


Time passes unevenly for you, moving either unthinkably slowly or startlingly fast. It’s like the three of you exist in a bubble of perfect isolation from the schedules of a typical relationship. Three weeks in, you buy a bigger bed for you to sleep in together, and you all spend a weekend rearranging the bedrooms in Alex and Warren’s apartment to fit the new arrangement. Three weeks after that, and you’ve basically moved in with them. The dynamic that exists between you feels so natural, so incredibly easy that you wonder how it took you so long to fall into this relationship. Warren makes the coffee in the mornings, and you and Alex take turns making dinner in the evenings, and most weekends, you fall asleep tangled together in front of the TV.

There are many sleepless nights of hard, drugging kisses and the urgent, heated joining of bodies. There are also sleepless nights when they can’t shake free from the grip of bad memories and self-doubt. You learn that when Alex has a nightmare, you can talk him down by cuddling him between you and Warren and telling him that you’re both right there and that he’s okay. You learn that when Warren can’t sleep because his mind is in a shitty place, the best thing to do is to pull him over to lie his head in your lap and tell him nonsense stories as you run your fingers through his hair.

There are movie dates and dinner dates, and you watch stupid TV shows together. There are days where you’re all so bone tired that it’s all you can do to slide into bed and curl up in each other’s arms before falling asleep, and there are days so full of buoyancy and energy that you stay up all night getting competitive over board games like Monopoly, and Alex and Warren tease when you keep landing in jail until you bribe them with kisses to get out again. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever had before, and the routine you all fall into is so perfect you sometimes wonder if you’ve dreamt the whole thing. 


You’ve known you’re in love with them almost from the very beginning, but you haven’t said it yet. No one has. You’re all aware of the mutual feelings, but actually verbalising them is an intimidating concept, because it feels like laying bare a portion of your soul and even if you know it’s reciprocated, the vulnerability is daunting.

One evening, Warren comes home and finds you in the kitchen leaning against the stove wearing one of their shirts and standing over a bowl of cake mix. You look up when you hear him enter and give him a smile so brilliant it makes him a little dizzy. He deposits his bag by the door before walking over to you.

“Where’s Alex?” He asks, going to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and propping his chin on your head. You lean back into him, revelling in the closeness.

“He has to work late-ish tonight. It sounded like he was having a really shitty day when he called, so I wanted to do something nice.” You reply, grabbing a spoon to dip into the bowl of cake batter and then offering it to Warren. He takes it from you, humming appreciatively.

“You’re an incredible person and a domestic goddess.” He quips, putting the spoon down on the counter and spinning you around in his arms to kiss you, and when his lips meet yours, he tastes of the chocolate from the cupcakes you’re making.

When Alex gets home, both you and Warren can tell from the moment he walks in the door that you were entirely right about it being a really shitty day, because he looks tense and exhausted and highly irritated.

You go to him, winding your arms around his shoulders and hugging him tightly, letting him slump against you before guiding him to the sofa and pushing him gently down onto it. You return to the kitchen to get the cupcakes and the takeout you had called for, while Warren sits down beside Alex on the sofa, kissing him briefly before wrapping an arm around his shoulders, rubbing soothing circles into his back.

Alex looks half asleep when you bring the food in, but he raises an eyebrow inquisitively when he sees the cupcakes.

“There’s no special occasion or anything,” You say, anticipating his forthcoming question. “You just sounded really unhappy when you called earlier, and I wanted to do something to make you feel better.” You explain, going to sit on his other side, pressing an affectionate kiss to his cheek. When you draw back, you see he’s utterly speechless that you would do something like this just to cheer him up, that you had even noticed he sounded irritated over the phone and cared enough to go to all this trouble. Your chest tightens as you watch him think over your gesture, because the way he doubts that he’s worthy of effort and love is heartbreaking to you.    

“You alright, darlin’?” Warren whispers softly to him, sympathy clearly etched across his face as you gently twine your fingers with Alex’s.

“I love you.” He says suddenly, his voice low and fervent, stunning you into a momentary silence, because you knew he loved you and you knew you loved them, but actually saying it out loud makes it feel much more important, more real somehow. “You’re so wonderful to me and I love you both so much.” His voice is heavy with feeling, and you can’t help yourself from leaning in to kiss him, because he looks almost nervous about his declaration, as if he’s uncertain of reciprocation, and it’s touching to see such visible evidence of the depth of his feeling.

“I love you too. So much. We both do.” Warren replies, tightening his arms around Alex and pulling him closer against his side, his tone solemn and adoring. You squeeze his hand, smiling tenderly at both of them.

“You’re both so incredibly important to me and I love you both more than anything else in my life.” You say, your eyes shining with happiness as you take in your two beautiful boys. There’s a sudden, low growl from Alex’s stomach and you giggle, reaching over to the coffee table and grabbing a cupcake, holding it out to him. “Here. I’d hate for you to starve to death.” You tease him, and Warren laughs as he de tangles himself from Alex to grab a takeout container.

“It would put kind of a damper on the night.” He quips, offering you a box of Pad Thai. Grinning, you take the box from him, grabbing hold of his hand and raising his knuckles to your lips. The exaggerated gesture makes Alex laugh, and he slings an arm around your shoulders as he leans over Warren to grab the remote, turning on the TV and flicking through the channels.

“You’re both ridiculous.” He chuckles affectionately, and you stick your tongue out at him in mock indignation.

“You love it.” Warren retorts, smirking, and Alex’s face lights up in an adoring smile as he tugs him in to press a gentle kiss to his lips.

“Yeah. I do.”

Character designs!

Since lots of people have been asking, I’ll start uploading here some character designs! And I’ll add a cute little description of them too! So go look for your fave character, it might just be here!

I’ll make character sheets for main characters that have already appeared, the ones that haven’t will have a random image if I have one!


This is a long post but will include every character design that I’ve drawn so far! Check it outie!


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anonymous asked:

whenever i feel annoyed or stressed or any negative emotion really i find myself scrolling through your blog because your art is so fluffy and soft and amazing and you are just such an awesome person and i really love how you draw everyone but kuroo especially, and i would love to see more of him. i hope you have a lovely day <3

hey buddy thank u and i hope you have a nice day too!! have a kuroo!

jiminie-crickett  asked:

how about when oiks is feeling down and a red faced iwa shows up on his doorstep, shoves an alien toy (that alien from toy story) into his hands and oiks is so confused but iwa just "you seriously must be an alien cause you abducted my heart a long time ago" and it cheers him up like 300%

It’s not the one from toy story but I really wanted to draw this

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