i also have something sketched for him


Sketch Dump Time ♥

  1. In which Keith loves his gloves and forgets to take them off. This was inspired by something I did last week xD… I went and took a shower with my glasses on. Yay! Also: I headcanon that Keith and Pidge have a very strong bond and despite her teasing him about being all emo and too serious to be real they have laughing fits on a daily basis.
  2. Just. Kuro. Things…. Let’s say he sucks at writing love letters or anything remotely romantic. But he’s trying! And Lance appreciates it, because he knows how bad Kuro is with these kind of things, eventhough he doesn’t believe this to be more than just Kuro’s way of cheering his bro up. So they both kinda pine for eachother.
  3. Continuation of the superheroAU :3 These were some sketches I made during classes. So…yeah. This is Keith’s superpower. He turns all purple and furry and is now 50% claws and 50% fury. Yay! Lance gave him the nickname “Beasty Boy”… and it kinda stuck.

Being an hero isn’t half as glamorous as they make it sound, really

a scribble since i bought clip a few days ago and i’m messing around with using tones and also sucking at it

these are separate unrelated sketches but it almost looks like i did a bodyswap or something… i wanted to draw what i consider uncommon expressions for both of them. i realized i draw england smirking or etc a lot in my pics but i also think that for him to have a genuine, wholly unburdened smile is actually pretty rare and it’s only really seen in special situations. england’s real smile is like the shiny pkmn of hetalia i guess lmfao


Look at you……looking all mature and leader-like…..I’m biased as shit but Ephemera is gorgeous, he’s grown up so much and I’m proud of him. Thank you, Nomura. End of discussion.

Skuld is of course also gorgeous. When is she not?????? End of discussion.

Ven and Chirithy, looking adorable as always. Initially, I thought Ven was holding something, but I think that’s just his knee but hey you never know. Nonetheless, they look excellent.

Hi, Lauriam. You gonna sketch that dandelion or something? Have fun with that, man.


and you…….the enigma of this artwork. Strelitzia honey is that you? I want to believe it is. The black coat has me thinking that this mystery person is connected to the MoM or Luxu. The latter’s apprentice maybe? And the thing that they’re holding looks like a bleeding heart vine (in which case the name would suit Strelitzia’s situation well) but I can’t be too sure.

Overall rating of this artwork: 10/10 would use as a wallpaper again


@sukikobold said:

I always want to see more acrobatic stuff with Raz. :)

It took awhile but here! Seriously, I love that there’s a plausible reason for Raz being so good at the platformer puzzles in Psychonauts. I wonder if he visits his family at the circus sometimes to perform super fancy stunts with some psychic abilities added in for extra showy-ness :’D My sister is also struggling through the Meat Circus level currently, and I couldn’t help drawing something for it Ovo;;; wish her luck

Also, kind of unrelated, I bet the Aquatos have circus animals. Like elephants. Or a tiger Raz has become really close with because one day he found out he could talk to her :’)

I Don’t Dance - Jughead x Reader

A/N — This isn’t a request, but I’ve been having some inspiration lately to write this little Jughead x Reader for a while now. So I hope you enjoy this because it’s going to be some cute fluffy, flustered Jug!

Words: 1120

Warnings: None

(Y/N) , (H/C) , (E/C) , (F/C) — Your name, hair colour, eye colour, your favourite colour.

English. Wasn’t your favourite school subject, but it got you through the semester. The only reason you get by in this class is your crush, Jughead Jones.  So familiar with his black hair tucked under his signature crown shaped beanie also makes you smile whenever you see him. Okay, the only downside of your friendship is that you think that’s all you’re ever going to be.

Friends. Or so I thought.

You see, you and Jughead have always had this thing. Since you met in middle school, you’ve had a thing with passing notes through class to each other. Sure, it was pretty childish, but since you two both are it makes their day somehow.

She sat there quietly in her seat. The teacher’s words slowly fading into the back of her mind as she focuses on her sketches in her English book. Something snapped (Y/N) suddenly out of daze. She looked up from her desk to find a smirking Jughead looking at her from the seat in front.

Of course, it was another one one of his notes.

(Y/N)  smirked back and fidgeted her fingers around the small piece of paper opening it carefully.

Hey there, Juliet. Daydreaming again?’

She looked up from the note, a scoff escaping her lips as Jughead bit his. She pulled out her own pen, flipping the note over and replying back to him.

‘Pfft, what? Never.’

(Y/N) folded back up the note, throwing it at the back of his head, a chuckle escaping his mouth which broke the silence in the room. A small giggle escaped hers too, but they both quickly shut up as the teacher gave them a steady glare. They quickly went back to their work, until about two minutes later another slip of paper landed on her book. She slowly once again opened it and read it carefully, a blush rising on (Y/N)’s soft cheeks.

‘Stay back behind class. I gotta talk to you.’

Jughead wrote, adding a smiley face to the back of the note. A smile crept onto her face. (Y/N) pushed her (H/C) hair back and wrote back straight away.

‘Is this an invitation or a demand, Mr Jones?’

She quickly slipped it into his hand, just as the bell for the period to end rang. The class quickly stood up from their seats, eager to head off to go home from a long stressful Monday of school. A couple minutes later, the rest of the students including the teacher left the room leaving Jughead and (Y/N) alone. He adjusted the satchel that slung over his skinny shoulder, leaning against his desk as he watched her close her bag and throw it over her shoulder.

“Hey stranger. I can see you didn’t focus in class very much.” Jughead chuckled to himself earning a glare from (Y/N).

“Hey, if it wasn’t for you passing your notes to me every five seconds I wouldn’t have gotten one of Mrs Stone’s dirty glares.” You pouted at him, standing up from your seat and walking to him.  “But seriously, it’s a Monday and I should be heading home but with your persuasion of you wanting me to stay, I’m eager for what you are going to say, Mr Jones.” You smirked at him.

“Well, I know you might have plans tonight, OR you might be going, I don’t really keep track on school events much since..y’know.” Jughead paused.

Jason.” You finished his sentence, knowing exactly what he meant.

Yeah. Anyway, if you didn’t have anyone taking you already… um, I was hoping you could go to the dance with me tonight, (Y/N)?” He looked up from the ground and gazed straight into your (E/C) eyes. It felt so strange hearing these words come out of Jug’s mouth. He never seemed like the type to go to a school dance, until now, you wondered.

The school dance was every girl’s desire at Riverdale High. Proposals in the most outrageous ways were done all around, little things from spelling it out in cupcakes to full out marching bands with the guy singing to their heart’s desire. But the way he asked her, it was simple, it was casual, it was perfect.

Wow, Juggie. I didn’t think you were a dancing kind of guy.” You nudged him playfully.

“Well, I’m not. I-I don’t dance… ever.” Jughead blushed to himself.

“Oh come on, I doubt you’ll be that bad!”  She reassured him. He just shrugged, a blush crawling onto his cheeks once again with a small smile, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his black jacket.

“Okay, well, if you accept I’ll try and give it a shot, just for you. Please?”  His green eyes stared into yours, making it your turn to now blush.

“Fine, okay, yes. Of course I’ll go with you, dork.”

In a million years, she never imagined that her crush, Jughead Jones, a dancing type, yet again a type to ask another person to a dancing event. Everyone always thought Jughead was asexual, so did you, although you kept crushing on him. Jughead smiled to himself, spinning around on his heels and walking out the door. You bit your lip closing your eyes, adjusting the strap on your bag once again and followed him out the door.

The dance was starting in about an hour. You were sitting at home finishing the final touches of your makeup and hair for the dance. It wasn’t too crazy, just simple, that’s how you enjoyed it. (Y/N) pulled into place her (F/C) dress to make herself comfortable, before looking in the mirror at herself one last time before heading downstairs. She took a deep breathe out, grabbing her clutch bag and heading out the door. As soon as she reached the bottom of the stairs, she received a message as her phone vibrated in her hand. Her eyes scanned over the message, making (Y/N) smile as she walked towards the front door and opened it, finding a smiling Jughead in a black suit standing there with of course, his famous crown shaped beanie.

“You ready to see the rest of the school grinding up against each other?” Jughead asked sarcastically, making a snort escape your mouth, soon later making him laugh too.

“Let’s do this,”  You smiled, closing the door behind you. Jughead held out a hand as an invitation or you to take. “Is this an invitation or a demand, Mr Jones?”  You smirked at him, stating a quote from earlier that day, making him smirk too. You placed your hand in his and walked to his dad’s truck parked right outside your house.

A/N — I hope you enjoyed my first imagine, I’d love to write a part 2 to this imagine as I found it so cute, so if you’re up for it please send me an ask or message! Thanks for reading!


Fantasy!AU junk with more Nekoma. Just some sketches I saved up! I have more but they need to be worked on a bit.

So like… Kuroo has this cool cat eye thing that was given to him by a….a cat deity or something idk he just gets that eye an it gives him eight extra “lives”  and allows him to see different magical, supernatural things a regular human can’t.

I like to think thats also how Kenma got his psychic/cat clairvoyance thing. Maybe this cat guardian just granted the entire Nekoma clan cool cat powers. (cept Lev cause he’s new) But at the same time gives them a kind of unlucky-luckiness. For example there may be a lot of clumsy mistakes and “whoopsie daisies” that ended up happening on all of their heists, but they always manage to make it out on two feet. (someone’s hair get’s singed a bit or a tail may get stepped on but it’s all good.)


yeahhh. I was gonna have him wear some floral print, because you know, spring (and also because i did a sketch of him a while ago i liked). But as i was drawing the silhouette it got boxy and then it looked like he was wearing an oversized shirt and it popped into my head that it should be Edward’s shirt.

Also, i tried painting grayscale because it’s something i should learn to do, but there are so many ways to go about coloring it afterwards and i was messing with all of them and it got out of hand so i’ll have to retry that, but here, have some muddy colors.

  Besides all that, Jon looks like a shy schoolgirl about to take his clothes off in front of his partner for the first time, hahaha.

cat-kleog  asked:

Is the Рapyrus wearing a collar? On the art, where he and Sans take a bath, he also has a small collar around his neck.

indeed, he’s wearing one! I just noticed tumblr made the quality of the pic pretty low, so here is a close up!

I’m usually too lazy to add it in sketches and in colored and lined pics I always have him wear either his scarf or a turtleneck or something, but I like to think that he too wears a small collar with an S on it underneath his clothing :3

So, I have had something percolating in my head for months now related to Under The Aegis.
You shared the after story for Dorian, and how he rescued dogs in later life when he was the last left. I also remembered this pic (attached) of him on a hill overlooking the sea with his dogs.
So to get to the point, this pic to me seems like a quick sketch done in-world by someone who was just out sketching and didn’t know it was Dorian. This then becomes the basis for the proposal the artist makes for a mural at an animal shelter and, when he has the proposal accepted, leads to him approaching Dorian and while in conversation with him learns of his dogs all being rescues and thus the artist invites Dorian to come help out at the shelter some time, the whole time never realizing this is THE Dorian. It’s only months later, after Dorian has become a regular volunteer, when the mural is completed and a grand unveiling/fundraiser is planned that the “secret” is revealed. All the staff and regular volunteers at the shelter were asked/encouraged to bring their friends/families, so Dorian goes around and drops off a flyer for the event with all the different extended families of the wielders. So lots of people, and more than a few very recognizable, all converge on this tiny neighborhood shelter and everyone is curious and confused about why they are all there and who invited them. Whenever anyone gets the nerve up and asks why they came to such a small local event/how they heard about it the responses are all pretty much the same: “Oh, our Uncle told us about it”. So then when Dorian finally shows up (late because he stopped to help bring over extra beer/food after getting questioned and admitting that he hadn’t warned the shelter about how many people he invited, to which he responded he was only sharing the information because he was asked to, and not expecting everyone to come) and everyone is greating him and helping unload all the vehicles of the food and etc, it is then that everyone at the shelter realizes who they have been working with/who the mural is portraying.
Needless to say the shelter more than meets it’s fundraising goal, and while Dorian never let them rename it after him in life, after he passes they do redidicate it in his memory and when a biography of his life is published (with proceeds going to benefit the now much larger shelter and affiliate locations) the last third of the whole book is about what Dorian did to help the shelter as it is the most public part of his life. Even though he didn’t continue helping out in person as much (not wanting all the new attention) he did continue to make occasional appearances and the like to help the shelter out, and so too did many of the people from the weilders families.

Just a bit of head canon about what to him was a pretty small thing that he did that had really big waves.


Everyone draws the happy Akechi but I’m here drawing angst. HAPPY BIRTHDAY AKECHI!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have to draw pictures for my two friends who also have the same b-day, so I ended up drawing a sketch comic instead;;;;. I wish I knew his birthday like a week before to draw something better.


Sketches and Poems || Jughead Jones

Originally posted by conchord

Request from anon: Same male reader anon from earlier! (This is a bit self indulgent woops) Can I get a Male reader x Jughead where the reader is Artie’s brother who’s on the football team too but is also an he’s also an artist? And he finds Jughead absolutely beautiful so he secretly draws him but one day Jughead finds his sketchbook or something?


Your eyebrows furrowed together as you attempted to sketch the upwards curve of Jughead’s black hair just right. It was a sketch you had been working on for hours and it had to be perfect.

You sighed and sat back, looking at your artwork.

Why was Jughead so perfect? Why did you have to fall in love with a boy who was utterly—

“Does Juggie know about those sketches, Y/N?” Archie said from behind you, making you jump.

You quickly closed your sketchbook, your cheeks turning bright red.

“No.” you mumbled as you looked down, missing your brother’s smug smile.

“Are you ever going to tell him about them? Or even that you love him?” the ginger asked.

Your head snapped up, your eyes wide. You shook your head.

“No. Absolutely not.” you said.

Archie sighed.


“No, Archie!” you exclaimed, standing up. “He’s your best friend. He’s my best friend! I don’t want to ruin that.”

“You’ll never know unless you try.” Archie said.

You shook your head again.

“Guess I won’t know then.” you mumbled as you got up, making your way to the stairs.

“Y/N, come on!” your brother called.

You ignored him as you walked up the stairs.

“But Jughead’s coming over in fifteen minutes!” Archie called again.

“Tell him I’m not feeling well!” you called back as you entered your room, closing the door behind you.

You flopped onto your bed, groaning into your pillow.

This crush you had on Jughead had been around for over a year now. Archie, your fraternal twin, had found out about it, and had also found out you were gay, almost immediately after seeing some of your sketches of the beanie-clad teen. You couldn’t help it. You loved to draw him. You loved him. Archie had pulled you into a tight hug, saying that he loved you no matter what and that you would always be his brother.

Archie had always encouraged you to tell Jughead your true feelings, insisting you would feel a lot better afterwards no matter what Jughead’s reaction would be. But you felt that you could never tell him. Aside from being an artist, you were also a football player. A jock. Jughead didn’t like jocks. Sure, he liked you and Archie, but you doubted that he could ever love either one of you. You weren’t even sure if he liked guys!

You heard the front door open downstairs and Jughead’s voice as he greeted Archie. You sighed, burrowing your head in your pillow again.

What was the point? It wasn’t like Jughead was ever going to find out—

You froze.

Your sketchbook. You had left it downstairs.

You scrambled out of your bed and swung open your bedroom door, racing downstairs as fast as you could. When you got to the living room, you froze again. Jughead was sitting in the chair you had been sitting in earlier with your sketchbook in his hands, flipping through the pages. Archie was standing across the room looking at you with an apologetic expression that showed he had no intention of showing Jughead your sketches. That it had just happened.

You looked towards Jughead again and you didn’t dare breathe.

“I thought you were sick.” Jughead said, not looking up from your sketches.

“I-I was. I-I am.” you corrected nervously.

Jughead nodded absentmindedly as he continued to flip through the pages.

“I’m gonna go get us some snacks. I, uh, I’ll be back in a minute.” Archie said as he gave you an encouraging smile before he left the room leaving just you and Jughead.

It was silent again before Jughead spoke again.

“These are all of me.” Jughead stated.

You nodded as you wiped your sweaty palms on your jeans.

“Yeah.” you confirmed.

The raven-haired teen looked up at you with an expression that you couldn’t quite figure out.

“Do you like me?” he asked.

You nodded again, looking down.

“Yeah,” you said quietly. “I have for a while now.”

Jughead let out a breathy laugh which made you look up at him. He had a certain twinkle in his eyes that you hadn’t noticed before.

“Well, that’s a relief,” he said as he opened his book bag which was leaning against the chair, pulling out his laptop.

You looked at him bewildered.

“Because I’ve been writing a ton of poems about how much I like you for the past year or so.” he said, a grin on his face.

You began to smile.

“W-What? Really?” you asked hopefully.

Jughead nodded.

“Yeah. Really,” he confirmed as he opened his laptop up. “You want to read them? It’s only fair. I did look at your sketches. Then maybe we could get a milkshake?”

You beamed.

“That sounds like a great idea.”



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ace-the-king-of-pants  asked:

Have you drawn Psychokinetic Morty? Also, what do you think his Personality would be like?

Yes I have~! I drew every Morty up to Black Hole Morty for a T-shirt design. Hmm… I think he’d have double personalities. Both of them fighting over the body. I’d say the Psychokinetic side would be in control more though lol.

I drew some sketches but I will not draw a story for him I sweaR. This is just something I thought of real quick.

Post Pocket Mortys Series: Psychokinetic Morty 


I… may have gone a little crazy with the sun spots… but… he IS the sun god… so I’m not going to apologize….

The first picture is, well, obviously when he was greeted by the welcome-to-humanity party. So he’s a bit scrawny and kind pale. The second is after awhile being on earth, and spending some time at our favorite demi-god camp. I imagine him somehow trying to convince Meg to trust him… and with those bright blue eyes, well, how can she not? Of course, he must have done something to lose her trust in the first place but that’s for another day. 

I also just want to see the sun god in a CHB shirt. *fans self* Damn.


honestly i’m gonna cry for missing so much of @inukag-week but atleast i have something for day 5!! not really sure if you’d really call it an au, i’m just redesigning the characters for fun~

tahciram  asked:

GOD BLESS YOU AND YOUR ART BECAUSE YOU ARE AWESOME! if you are still taking requests what about..... ML best friend swap? it's part of my "inverse AU" and I want to see what your thoughts about Mari-Nino Alya-Adrien interactions would be :D

THIS AU IS SUPER COOL and i have a few thoughts on it, if you don’t mind me sharing! (also sorry about it being just sketches, i’ll be back in school soon and i really wanted to at least do something with this before i go back ;u;;)

I think nino and mari would be inseparable buds tbh, the kind that (tries) to study together and end up talking about random things. Like they have been friends since they were really young so they know everything about eachother and Mari tries to hide being lb from him but he knows when she’s lying so he finds out her secret pretty fast.

And Alya and Adrien would bond mostly about how cool ladybug is at fist (because lbr, even if he had a crush on mari, he would still admire ladybug a lot) and Alya tries to be a wingwoman and get mari to go out with adrien. I think she would be the Mom Friend and like, protective of adrien when she finds out abt his mom and how his dad treats him

ALSO THANK YOU, you two are too kind!!

ML Fluff Month Day 3 - Sweets

Hopefully this is fluffy enough oops

@miraculousfluffmonth (which I can’t tag properly for some reason)


If there was one thing Nathaniel Kurtzberg didn’t like, it’s sweets. He’s tried everything from carrot cake to green tea mochi, yet nothing appealed to him. Yet for him, his crush on the most bitter girl in school was still a surprise.

Everyone hated Chloe. (Okay, well almost everyone.) She was cruel and caused an Akuma at least once a week. Yet something about the girl drew Nathaniel in. Maybe it was the way he saw her smile to herself when she did something nice or the way she slipped small snacks into Adrien’s backpack. Or just maybe, it was her resemblance to one of the new heroes.

He knew it was never possible, but he liked to think that Chloe was the new bee hero. It was probably just Nathaniel’s admiration for both girls, but the glint of kindness in Chloe’s eyes look just like Queen Bee’s eyes and the determination of Queen Bee reminded him of Chloe’s stubbornness.

The front of his notebook was covered in doodles of Ladybug with the occasional Chat Noir. The rest of his notebook was filled with doodles of Queen Bee and a couple of Vixens. One particular sketch of the bee hero on the page he was taking notes on was unfinished, lacking a mask and bee comb as well as a few minor details.

When class finished that day, Nathaniel sat on the steps outside, finishing the outline of Queen Bee’s ponytail. He had just one more delicate strand that looped like-

“Nath, why are you drawing Chloe?”

The boy was startled, slamming his notebook shut. It took a moment to register that it was Marinette peeking over his shoulder. “I’m not drawing anyone. I don’t do that anymore.”

“But that looked just like Chloe? Can I see?” Marinette asked.

Nathaniel hesitated for a moment before reluctantly opening his notebook. He held out the notebook for his classmate to take, which she happily did. “But it’s not Chloe. It’s Queen Bee. It’s not done yet.”

Marinette grinned at him. “It looks nice, Nath. You really captured her strength and determination in her eyes, I think.”

“Thanks, Marinett-”

“Move, Dupain-Cheng.” Suddenly, Marinette was pushed to the side- luckily she didn’t fall- and Nathaniel’s notebook fell to the side. Chloe ignored Marinette and picked up the notebook. She peered at it with curiosity. “Who is this?” The blonde demanded, pointing at the incomplete drawing.

“Uh, it’s Queen Bee,” Nathaniel told her. “I really admire her.” For a moment, he swore he saw Chloe’s eyes light up. “It’s not done yet.”

“Obviously not. Where’s her mask and her miraculous?” Chloe gestured towards the drawing’s head.

“I, uh, was about to start on it,” he said.

“Good. Make sure you get it exactly right. In fact, I’m going to stay here and make sure you don’t mess up. A beautiful hero like Queen Bee doesn’t deserve to be tarnished by your subpar drawing skills.” Chloe, much to the surprise of Nathaniel, seated herself next to the artist. “Now continue.”

“I- uh…” Nathaniel looked helplessly at Marinette who just shrugged. “Um, Chloe? I thought you hated my art.”

“I do,” the blonde said matter-of-factly, “but I am- I mean, I like Queen Bee more so I am willing to give my expertise to help you improve your art.”

Nathaniel cracked a smile. Now this was the Chloe he could see from the back of the classroom. “Alright, then. I’d love your help, Chloe.”

When Nathaniel started sketching again, he noticed that Chloe was smiling to herself. There was a gleam of hope in her eyes, something the boy loved to see. She also pointed out many details about Queen Bee’s comb, telling him intricate details that he as an artist and observer had not noticed. He enjoyed it.

“It looks fantastic, Nathaniel,” Chloe told him when he finished. “You really captured her spirit.”

“Oh, thank you.” Nathaniel grinned. “I really appreciate your help with her miraculous.”

“Of course. I know everything about her.” Chloe flipped her ponytail. “But I have to go now. I’ve stayed for far too long.” She said no goodbye as she walked away, though she stopped for a moment to say “And if you tell anyone I was nice to you, I’ll have you expelled.”

Nathaniel chuckled. “See you tomorrow, Chloe.”

That night, Nathaniel took out his good drawing paper and drew a portrait that was half Chloe, half Queen Bee. He signed the corner when he finished and tucked it in his school bag. Even though he knew Chloe was not the bee hero, he couldn’t help but think that they were very similar.

The next morning, Nathaniel didn’t think about anything. He approached Chloe and gave her the drawing. “As thanks,” he whispered before quickly walking away. He missed the look of astonishment on her face and the small tears in the corner of her eyes. He missed how happy she looked.

At the end of the week, Nathaniel Kurtzberg found a box of chocolates in his backpack. Nathaniel Kurtzberg who hates sweets and loves a bitter girl. Nathaniel Kurtzberg, who found a box of sweets in his backpack every Friday for the rest of the school year.

DaiSuga Art students AU

aklujhgklvjavg I wrote a thing inspired by THIS GO LOOK AT IT IT’S ADORABLE by @priintaniere

Edit for Part Two and Part Three

also this will probably follow the ‘slow burn’ stuffs so expect sloooooowww 

DISCLAIMER: using a western college (read: US) experience because that’s what I’m familiar with :’] therefore the season is fall in this setting haha. Also I was not an art student in college so if there’s something horribly inaccurate please feel free to let me know rip me

Summary: (do I need a summary??) Daichi and Suga meet at university as art students and have a fateful first meeting

They were first years in university when they first crossed paths. Sawamura Daichi had walked into his figure study drawing class with the hope and intent of honing his sketching and painting skills. Unfortunately for him, the class was filled with students taking the class for a general requirement. More often than not, Daichi was paired with someone whose constructive criticism amounted to “that looks good, better than mine at least.” Two weeks into the semester and it was already his least favorite class, despite being a fine arts major. He sighed when the professor announced the day’s assignment and posted the partner list on the white board. Daichi walked over to table 3, hoping that his partner had at least shown up that day.

Even though he was studying animation, Sugawara Koushi’s favorite class was rapidly becoming his one drawing class. It was an excellent break from staring at screens all day, and he enjoyed dabbling in lots of different mediums. In his morning class, he had gotten a little too carried away with his ceramics class, making him rush towards the figure study class after grabbing a quick coffee. Brushing a few autumn leaves from his scarf, he ducked into the large studio, mumbling an apologetic greeting to the professor. He was only a few minutes late. 

Daichi scowled, staring at his watch. It was one thing to be late for a lecture, but how could you be late for a class that required participation? He sighed as he pulled out a sketchbook, looking around the room to see if anyone else was missing a partner. Perhaps he could just join a group. The sound of a bag dropping to the floor next to him made him jump a bit in his chair. “Hi, I’m Sugawara Koushi! Sorry I’m late. I don’t think we’ve worked together yet, right? What’s today’s assignment?” A thin, lanky boy plopped into the chair across him, brushing silvery hair from his face as he pulled out an identical sketchbook. 

“Uh, portrait drawing, ¾ profile. I’m Sawamura Daichi." 

"Thanks, Sawamura-kun. You can call me Suga, by the way, everyone does. Do you want to do this one at a time or take turns?" 

"How about turns, ten minutes each?” Finally, Daichi thought, someone who knows what they’re doing. “Sawamura is fine, though. Is it okay if I sketch first?”

“Sure, sure! Gives me a chance to catch a breather,” Suga said. He rotated his chair to the ¾ angle for the assignment and sipped his coffee. “Guess I shouldn’t have stopped for coffee. I didn’t realize how much time I spent in the pottery room.”

“Are you a ceramics major?” Daichi asked, beginning a rough pencil sketch.

“Nah, I’m doing animation. But I like trying new things and sketching has always been a hobby of mine.” He grinned, one corner of his mouth lifting just a bit more than the other. It wasn’t the first time someone had drawn him, but somehow Suga felt nervous, almost flustered, and he ran his mouth hoping to distract himself from the feeling. “What about you?”

“Fine Arts,” he replied. Daichi let Suga chatter, content to draw in silence. When they switched, Suga finally stopped talking, concentrating intently on his drawing. Daichi let his mind wander, planning dinner for the night, when his next shift at the bakery was, and when he had time to go to the gym. Absentmindedly, he snuck a glance at Suga, wondering how soft his hair was. 

He was actually quite pleasing to draw, thought Suga. Strong jawline, tousled ebony hair, and eyes that pierced through you, that could pull out your darkest secrets. Probably. Suga liked to attach stories to anything he drew, and that helped him build his animations and videos. He traced over a few lines on his neck, making them stronger, more pronounced. Glancing back up at Daichi, he grinned before turning back to his drawing. Just a tiny hint of stubble, he thought, right around the lips…

Suga shook his head, erasing a few lines. Not quite. 

They switched once more and Daichi couldn’t help but notice again how fluffy Suga’s hair looked. He nearly reached out and asked if he could touch, but came to his senses and poured over his sketch instead. Running a hand over his head, he was in the middle of correcting a few lines when the professor called them to attention, asking for their work from that day. Daichi sighed, writing his name and class at the bottom and Suga did the same. 

“Hey, that wasn’t so bad, right? Hopefully we can be partners again sometime. Here, I’ll turn in your paper for you.” Suga reached over to grab his drawing.


“Whoa this is good! Maybe you could try rounding out these strokes over here and softening your shadows for more emphasis but honestly this probably looks better than I do. Seriously, your lines are so defined, you made my eyebrows look sculpted and my hair doesn’t look like I jumped out of bed this morning! Wait, what’s this smudge on my cheek here?” Suga frowned, pointing at a small spot on the cheek of Daichi’s sketch. 

“Ah, I forgot to mention, you have some clay on your face, hold on, I’ll get it for you.” Without thinking, Daichi reached over the table to swipe his thumb at the dab of clay on Suga’s face. He wiped his hand on his jeans before realizing how very intimate that could have been. Blushing, he started to apologize, but Suga beat him to it.

“Ahaha, thanks! I had no clue that was there,” the words rushed out of his mouth. “I’ll just turn these in and maybe see you around? Bye, Sawamura!” Suga quickly grabbed his things, handing the sketches to the professor before bolting out the door, a hand covering the red creeping up his face. That was…unexpected, he thought. 

Daichi could’ve sworn he glimpsed Suga’s ears tinged with red, but he was too busy trying to cool his own face to think much of it.

working on more next part has them bumping into each other on campus and maybe!asahi!too!

anonymous asked:

Do you think Levi would be a fun\affectionate dad? Also, you think you could draw more Rivamika's babies?

Oh yes, I think he would be affectionate on his own way. He can be a little bit more “ cold” but I think he would show how much he cares for his children doing things for them. Maybe a hug when they get hurt, ruffling their hair to play around, praising them when they accomplish something, giving advices etc. and of course he would be DAMN SURE his kids won’t have to go through the same as him or mikasa.

And sure thing! Hope you don’t mind a quick sketch of grown up twins!